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           I brought me netbook thing down here and I've told myself it would be far simpler if I meditated all morning and most of the evening, but wrote for a bit in this cafe during the slow time for meditations, which for me is about three till five in the afternoon. But I'll probably just meditate during that time, as usual.

           I guess I stopped weeping for a wee while every day at the start of October, so I'm well over the worst of the grieving, and I've now got to settle down and find out what I want to do with the rest of my life. The Domestic Bliss's estate hasn't been settled yet, but once that is done ....

            I've been playing the guitar most evenings recently. Before I was living on my own, I hardly played it at all. This is partly because I could never get it in tune (now I have one of those electronic tuners) and when I did, someone would always walk into the room. I don't play my guitar in front of people, which is lucky for them.

            Now that I come to think of it, I don't know anyone else who plays the guitar now, or anything else. This is despite the fact that most of the folk I know were the progeny of the evil bourgeois, and you would kind of expect them to be sent to piano lessons when they were young. Anyway, there's even someone I know who claims to have perfect pitch, but can't play a note on anything.

            I realised there was not much point in me investing my life in music when I realised I couldn't tune the guitar. I have a terrible sense of pitch, but this did not prevent me from learning to play the guitar a bit. I've been playing it enough in the evening these days to miss it down here.

            None of my friends being able to play a musical instrument of any kind at any level should have alerted me when I thought they might be interested in meditating and getting into the bliss. Learning to meditate isn't all that different from learning to play a musical intrument.

             I guesss being brought up among the evil bourgeois makes one think that one is born to be comfortable. None of them, as far as I know, have ever learnt to do anything outside school unless they were getting paid for it. All that marching up and down they're subjected to as children .... no, they're just lazy basturns. Born to be comfortable. Dearie me.

             Anyway, I guess the reception will be open now, so ....