With an eye on the next milestone, I searched for clipart with the number 55555. See the powerful message directed at me. Yesterday, a lady-friend lovingly encouraged me to apply myself to the removal of the burdensome clutter. She called it “suffocation.” (Via a cellphone conversation, a gentleman-friend said the same thing a couple of weeks ago.) “If only” it were not so miserably hot!! “If only” I had some energy!! “If only” the Coronavirus hadn’t forced me into isolation (and depression).