Taking stock just after midnight…
I don’t think I have much to complain about — at least, less than I deserve.
And I expect that I have more to be thankful for than most people — at least, more than I deserve.
Thirty-seven years is long enough to get enough perspective to recognize that I don’t have enough perspective (and also to suspect that I quite possibly never will).
I’m still thinking that a thousand years is a good span to shoot for.
But I’m in no hurry to get there.
There’s a lot to look forward to in my thirty-seventh year in this place.
But this next year started well with an IM from my brother Jimmy this evening, from way out in California: “happy birthday in michigan……even though it’s not your birthday here”
Not yet.
Time to write a bit. It’s been slow going the past few nights. You start to doubt everything, you start to slow down more, you start to wonder if it’s really what you think it is.
No. All I know is that it’s time to write a bit.
So . . . Gemini 37, over and out.