Nonsense

An invitation to the next gathering has already been sent. I’ve rsvp’d but as Grandma used to say, will only show up “if God says the same...”

Six months left.

Over-socialized with work and under-socialized personally. Too tired. Too mentally tired.

Some days the mirror reflects a visage of youth and excitement and on others she’s a haggard stranger, unsure which poison is most responsible for the fading twinkle.

A fascination with submarines was renewed and then met with ultimate sadness haloed by a sense of despair. How does man spend his whole life in discovery only to be judged by the ultimate imperfection of his humanness?

Lady and I were talking about cockroaches while in discussions about how little time humans have lived in relation to all other things. An hour later we sat for a lovely reading of The Rabbit Listened by Cori Doerrfeld.

Somehow all things comes back together in the end.