Now I'm depressed.
Oh, well. I guess it isn't essential that I see every single picture posted online. It's just a case of my OCD acting up. I'll probably get by if I can see, oh, say one or two percent of them. But I'm still going to need a much faster Internet connection to do that. And sleep is out of the question from now on. I have to stay awake for the rest of my life, or I might miss something. I must waste more time!
Also, I am amazed that there are now no fewer than three television shows (that I know of) which are about nothing but people shopping for houses. I am even more amazed that I have been watching them! I have no idea why I find it so fascinating to see people snooping about other people's dwellings on television, but I get hung up on this, too. I fear that having 150 or so channels of cable is making me stupid.
Meanwhile, in the real world, it was a lovely night here. The moon is getting fat, and there were clouds which I enjoyed watching for a while, despite the continued prematurely wintry chill in the air. There was a particular moment when the moon and clouds were arranged in such a way that I could stand in my yard so that the moon was concealed behind the trunk of a pine tree a hundred feet away, and the moonlight illuminated a patch of cloud that was also behind the tree, so that the complex tangle of branches and needles was perfectly back lit. I got hung up looking at that, too, but that didn't make me feel as though I were wasting time, or that it would turn me stupid. My conclusion is that maybe the moon does not cause lunacy. Maybe television and the Interweb cause lunacy.
I think I'll sleep on it.