More to come
Now seems to be the age at which I shall be experiencing, learning about, discovering the slow deterioration of life. I am now old enough for it to be normal for things to go wrong. Now they can say he had a good life, I wonder, I guess my biographer can make that decision.
Disorganised, a day slipped by with a fairly good collection of ticks in the completed box but now, at the end of the day there are a couple things I didn't tick off, the things I said to myself I would do on days I don't work. What a boob.
