I Am Writing This (redux)

I am writing this because it is what I do. I write this. Often, when I’m not writing this I think about writing this. Often, I start thinking about writing this before I have finished writing that other thing. I usually think about writing this when I finish writing the other thing. I know this will happen daily—the thinking about writing this. Even when I’m not thinking about writing this—or actually writing this (as I’m doing now)—I know, eventually, I will think about writing this, and that I’ll eventually get around to writing this. Later, after writing that other thing—sometimes, that afternoon or evening after writing that thing—it often occurs that I’ll write this the next morning, sometimes the next afternoon, and rarely the next evening—but I almost always get around to writing this the next day. In this way my life of writing this proceeds—one day onto the next. Always aware that I’ll be writing this. As I am writing this now—for you to read this thing I have written at this exact moment.

What I’m Reading:

The first big heat dome of the season has settled over the southland, with Key West and Miami setting almost unbelievable records for muggy weather—the heat index down there topped 115 degrees last week. (That political savant Ron DeSantis chose the occasion to outlaw talking about climate within the state’s government).

— Bill McKibben / “Memo to Joe: Fight a Climate Election / Substack