This morning I walked to one of the grocery stores in A.’s and my neighborhood to buy a few items I’d noticed we were out of, and on the way back, as I waited at an intersection, I found myself thinking about these entries I’ve been writing, and whether I wanted to continue with them, and what was the point of them, assuming there was a point, and so on and so forth, though I didn’t come up with an answer just then, and hoped only that I’d come up with one eventually, or that one would come to me, of its own accord, though if one didn’t I knew I probably wouldn’t mind, or wouldn’t notice, as there were plenty of other things I needed to be thinking about that were arguably more important.