Inspired by performance artists like Harry Houdini and David Blaine, I have decided to perform a feat of endurance. I'm going to wake up every morning, get dressed, go to work, earn money and support my family. I'm going to continue doing this for at least forty-five years, or die trying. I will do this with no nets or safety devices of any kind and I will use no stunt doubles.
Fifteen years so far and only thirty to go. I'm on the home stretch and going strong although, according to some commentators, I'm showing signs of fatigue. I ignore those guys. I know I can do it. Wish me luck.
On an unrelated note, I spend a lot of time staring and thinking. There's a spot, just above the horizon, where I can always find inspiration. It is my distant muse. This is why I could never be a farmer (not a good farmer anyway). For a farmer to be outstanding in his field he cannot spend all of his time out standing in his field, and that's exactly what I would do. I pay attention to the sky. It may look like I'm dreaming, but I'm actually conversing with my own reflection. (Or am I reflecting on my own conversation? Hmmm...)
I should come up with a catchy name for my endurance stunt or I'll never generate any media buzz. I think I'll call it "Reality". That's big on TV right now, or so I hear.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
