Last Fuck It I’m 50
I’m not ready.
Here I was thinking that these last throes of my dear blog’s life would be soft focus, contemplative and well… beautiful. But as it turns out my life as I know it comes first.
I have been sitting here at this god-awful desk pretty much since 7:30 this morning. I had a quick coffee date with Ron at around 5 or 6pm, our first, and a quick trip to the grocery store, two, soon to be three walks around the block with the woefully under exercised Lefty, (and me), and that’s about it.
Revving up and winding down, looking forwards and backwards at the same time: it’s an exhausting, but exhilarating feeling at the same time.
