There was a time when I could steer after a six-pack on an empty stomach at 4.00 AM. Now 3.5 before midnight and I’m a little wavy despite myself. I guess that’s how aging works.
After this weekend, it feels weird to come home to an empty place at 2.00 AM.
I have to get up early and do some laundry.
Belated happy Sunday, everyone. February is almost halfway gone, and 2007 is 11.4 percent gone. Based on average US life expectancy for Men, my life is 41.8 percent gone. Give or take. Dammit time is moving fast.
Calculations like this do not make me feel particularly successful. I should stop doing them.