He raids the fridge. I scan my blog posts. That there is no particular pattern is a fact driven by decision not serendipity today. I write what moves me. And this day I am driven by two things, both of which fell out during the answer to my query.
A chapter ends. What was it about? (topic selection in the prior post would seem to imply that life - as a story - poses questions the answers to which are in the past.)
That people are not always what they seem to be might be a lesson we must learn for future chapters to be smooth and told with candor.
Later, Lorane. . . .