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), [...]

Revving up and winding down, looking forwards and backwards at the same time: it’s an exhausting, but exhilarating feeling at the same time.

Where to start when the death knell is ringing.

Having it around us makes our lives brilliant.

Argh. Too much.