The balcony porch overlooking the trees and golf course provides solace for meditation for me and the pit bull lying next to my chair. I read, and the dog soaks in the fresh air and warm rays. Then the nuisance of the electronic probe called a cell-phone horns in on the scene. For all of the convenience they provide, they are an infernal nuisance. Robocalls out the wazoo. This time it's my friend again. His breathlessness communicates that it's another life or death drama. That is his perception of his world. He is gloating that he caught his girlfriend offering favors on the internet, and he has the screenshots. He snooped on her cell phone while she was asleep. It's apparent that she is playing with several others, but he's known this for a long time. It isn't fresh news. He wants her and despises her at the same time. He already knows my take on the whole issue. So I take the opposite approach and suggest he marry her. They seem to be made for each other. Another morning of reading derailed by a conundrum that isn't one.
Do, or Do Not