i do have a lot of inertia but not only inertia. i do stuff. but i do inertia too. sometimes i do stuff in my inertia. is that in the world? yes, i think so. everything we think, do and feel is in the world. i'm in it. i do suffer my inertia. but wait, inertia is a tendency to do nothing or to remain unchanged. i do things and i do change

and inertia is a property of matter by which it continues in its existing state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line, unless that state is changed by an external force. i do rest a lot, but my rest isn't just inert. one can daydream and be active inside unseen. one could be sitting abed blogging. it may seem like inertia. oh there have been times when i was real inert. you could be depressed as hell and not inert. you could be acting in the world in unsavory ways. john cage called his diary how to improve the world (you will only make matters worse). the world is the world and i won't be able to understand it no matter how hard i try. i think that's where i get stuck sometimes, in despair of ever understanding the world—why should i? it's not my world, i just live in it.

anyway all that to say, or when i started out to say how cute it is to watch jasper by himself  playing mouse. i saw his bottom sticking out from under the credenza and i looked under with my camera. there were 6 or 7 mice under the radiator bench and now they're traveling around the house. penny plays wildly, but jasper plays very quietly.