Memento Mori

I must confess. Yesterday I wrote that I would go up to the attic and set up the fumigatory to kill ticks. Actually it was my son that did it. I thought first I would leave the diary uncorrected and let you believe that I did it. But today it turns out that my son reads this blog. I should correct what should be corrected .
The reason why I didn't do it was just that I couldn't. I found it difficult to stand on a unstable stool, climb up on the top of a rickety drawer, then jump on to an upper closet of which inner hight is only 50cm, and open the ceiling board to place the chemical in the attic. Maybe I am getting old regardless of what I think of myself.
Aging is a process coming in two ways; slowly and suddenly. Most of the time it is too slow to be aware of but one day suddenly it insists on its existence. We try to ignore it but once in a while it says "Hi, I'm here." to remind us. I think this is a good thing. Looking at the fact of aging is looking at our mortality. Facing our fate of death will make our lives more meaningful. "Memento mori" is the word occasionally used in pair with "Carpe diem".
The picture was taken in SF USA. I like watching a day breaking out of hotel window when I go abroad. The sky changes its color minute by minute while the lights and neons still remain on on some buildings.