I am a troglodyte. I am not sure what a troglodyte is, but I am one.
I have visions of troglodytes living in caves and only coming out when necessary. In ancient times that would have involved mainly the quest for food and possibly firewood. There would have been no community meetings or Sunday school socials to worry about.
That is me. Of course my version of troglodyte would involve air conditioning and a soft bed. It would have some kind of stereo and maybe a bathroom in a back cavern.
My cave now is my room. At one point it was my office. In the years I was teaching it was more like going out hunting each day and my car became my cave. You do what you have to do. If you are up you might as well enjoy the morning but it doesn’t mean you go out looking for it until your supplies run low.
I wonder if it would help if I would let the grocery store deliver my food?
homo unius libri
Thursday, November 10, 2022
Opus 2022-300: Caves Are Good
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