Arthur was talking on the phone with his friend Dean the other day. I only heard one side of the conversation, but Arthur said something quite funny and self-reflective.
I guess Dean had asked him how his recovery was going, in the “physical aspects” versus the “mental aspects.”
Arthur’s answer (in paraphrase) was: “The physical aspects are doing fine, about what’s to be expected, not that different from before [the accident], and the mental aspects, well, they’re a no brainer.”
Huh – get it? – “no brainer.”
I laughed pretty hard at that.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Day: October 23, 2018
Caveat: Poem #814 “Semiogenesis”
ㅁ The reasons we do things remain inscrutable, our thoughts spin, running rings, with motivations dull and grayish clouds that drift within their bony domes; while outside visions lift away the seething foams of seas that beat and thrash against perceptions, so at last a tiny cache of meaning falls like snow which leaves a pallid face which tilts up into space.
– a sonnet in iambic trimeter.
