More funny, more smart
Me: I think I’m the more funny one.
Her: “More funny?” Well, you’re certainly not the “more smart” one of the two of us.
It’s been one of the coolest summers I can recall – which is a blessing for a guy like me.
But at the tail end, the heat decided to return and rear its ugly head. I’ve been moving at quarter speed since Friday.
Speaking of which, it was a holiday, hence my not posting the other day. Didn’t do much except for catch up on some personal reading and some work here and there.
I have friends that are constantly doing…stuff. They’re traveling places, seeing shows, having parties – doing stuff.
In the summer, even the cool one we just had, find it hard to motivate myself to be as active.
Suppose that’s why I can’t wait for fall to come, because I think I’m my real self. My year begins in September.
Which reminds me of something I wrote years ago; I’m 41 and still waiting for my real life to begin.
I wonder if one ever feels like it actually has.
Or will I wake up and old(er) man, blink, and realize I’ve missed it all?
Location: middle of my life
Music: On a clear day I can see, see for a long way
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