Today must have been a great day for I remember nothing at all about it. I remember the next two days very well because they were not so wonderful. Does this mean we are more likely to remember bad times rather than good times? Which is etched in our memory the most, pain or pleasure, or only the extremes of both? This day was neither. It was Free Parking, neither in Jail, paying rent on the Boardwalk, or hitching around Go. I must have enjoyed it, for I did nothing. When you do nothing, time stops. When time stops, memory stops. Sunrise...Sunset.
