Things I want to remember for later

You need a book before you can toss a book out the window.

Phil, the friendly germ. (Don't be misled, Phil is a girl and her name is short for Philipa.)

Sometimes, maybe it doesn't really matter what I want.

The older I get, the younger I feel. Less adequate, like I'm severely lagging behind in common sense rules. The more I learn, the less I know; the more I realize that I don't know the core of the things that matter, only the frill of the issues.

I think that's it for now.