a Sunday
Because it has nothing to do with my life, I can do that.
I'm listening to jazz and itself has no direct connection with my life. I can hear it as music without age concern.
I'd like to enjoy the dialog between me and the musician. Usually, I don't need any words. If there is just music, that is enough.
Possibly that is the wing to fly away.
Today I bought two books at a real bookstore. I don't like to use my time such way. Because there is no database, I may be unable to find what I want. I'll buy next book at an online store. It was actually emergency.
When I noticed, it already passed midnight. It's good time for me to sleep. Today is something special, Sunday. Sort of special feeling kept on from the morning. It's sort of magical.