I am restraining myself here

I am not posting any more pictures of the snail shells until there is a complete snail.  The snail shells are giving me trouble, reader, but you are not going to be part of the suffering more than you are already right now.  Also giving me trouble:  my younger son and his egg-eating habit.  When I hand him a hard-boiled egg, which he loves, he puts the entire thing in his mouth.  He is two years old and his mouth is big but only relative to his size, so he can’t close his mouth around the egg but he crams it in there nevertheless and it doesn’t come out again–very much the way a python eats an ostrich egg or calf.  He doesn’t eat calfs and he doesn’ t like hamburgers either.  Tonight for dinner they both wanted cream of wheat so that is what they got and I ate both their hamburgers.  Now isn’t this an ordinary blog entry?  Just blabbing about what I did and et today, and not all this other kooky thing.  Speaking of which, what is that emptiness I feel?  Is it old age?  Or does old age not make you feel empty?  Is it some new obsession that has not been discovered and is waiting to make its appearance?  I hope it doesn’t relate to snail shells.  Maybe I can take up smoking.   I think it is the absence of hope for the future-that is what I used to mainly live on, and now I don’t care about my future that much.  Cheerio, reader!

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