tiny fish thoughts

Erik really likes these crackers called Wasa flat bread. They have rosemary in them. They have delicious little flakes of salt on them.

Today I talked on the phone with my best friend A. I thought it was for about two hours, but when we got off the phone, I looked, and it had been an hour and 28 minutes. It's her dad's birthday, and there was a lot of activity going on at her house. He's 62. She was making a special sweet espresso slushy drink that needed to be stirred every half hour.

Today we went to our friend P's place to return some backpacking equipment to him. I listened to them talk about backpacking stuff, and Erik told the story of his treacherous river crossing.

Just a little while ago I did a survey about smoking. I smoked for eight years and pray to god I never will again. I think the chance is nil. Anyway, I don't know who was paying for the survey--big tobacco or some anti-smoking organization--I think the latter.

I'm having trouble sustaining thoughts. My thoughts are like quick tiny fish that get away, slip through holes in the net or something.