Cold and rainy today. And I was cold and sort of grumpy myself. Tomorrow will be another day. If I get tomorrow. Because, no one is promised tomorrow.
I made no progress on my move to the asylum. I have become sort of lax as far as the move goes. I am sort of planning on finalizing the move ASAP. But I am in no hurry to actually move. I will move out of the apartment before going to Hawai’i. I am not going to stress about paying “double” rent. After all, Carlton and I paid “double” rent in Hawai’i for decades. But, I am not going to pay “triple” rent.
Finalizing the move – the next move is the asylum’s. They have to schedule my mental exam. Gotta prove I am crazy enough to move in.
Facing a 3 day holiday weekend. I don’t have any plans. This can be a problem. So, I’d better make some plans. 3 days… well actually 3.5 since I only work morning. 3.5 days. no plans. no car. no responsibilities. wonder what is doable by an easy train or bus ride? Around town, there is always Rolling Thunder. Stay tuned.
There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one’s own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn’t, but if he was sane, he had to fly them. If he flew them, he was crazy and didn’t have to; but if he didn’t want to, he was sane and had to. Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.
“That’s some catch, that Catch-22,” he observed.
“It’s the best there is,” Doc Daneeka agreed.