I’m gonna be honest: I’m having a very hard time aging gracefully. It depresses me endlessly. It’s hard looking forward to anything in the future when your best days - the ones you long for - are only slipping further into the past.
Scratching at the grey maw of winter’s tide lie vestiges of yesteryear, glimpses of unfettered joy; borne to no one but an outstretched hand, helpless to cloister, resigned to ether, claimed to none, left to languish in regret.
In the insanity of today, I think us cynical types often forget how amazing the world is thanks to science. I bought a book about the history of East Germany. The pictures enough were amazing, but thanks to Google Translate, I can use the camera on my phone, wave it over the pages, and it freaking translates it to English. Holy crap!
I’m falling in love with Bob’s Burgers more and more. They did an episode about Gene going on a sleepover and his hatred of them - and preference to be tucked in by his mom - sounds exactly like me. XD
I think once I’m on my own and the divorce is done, I’m going to drive across Canada. I’ve always wanted to. Do the whole trans-Canada. Sort of to Mark the start of my new life. It will be done mostly padded, of course