I went for a walk last night around 10, to wind down and walk off the two cookies I cracked and ate today. It was eerily quiet. Lights were on in houses, I heard laughter coming from one. But it felt like everyone was just waiting. I imagine this is what it must have been like during World War II. People just waited at home for dreadful news…
I spent much of this year dreading my birthday, which came today anyway, in spite of my best evasive maneuvers. I’ve found that dread is a very effective life skill, if used properly.…
I have a very big, ugly birthday coming up at the end of July. This is serious people. After this birthday, I may officially be classified as”old,” although the damned AARP has been trying to tell me I’m old for at least a decade. I know old is better than dead, but it is hard to swallow.…