“What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew” ~ Robert Browning
“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ~ C. S. Lewis
“I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived. I believe that all the best faculties of a mature human being exist in the child. . . . that one of the most deeply human, and humane, of these faculties is the power of imagination.” ~ Ursula K. Le Guin
Somehow or other I just found myself reading about the proper usage of a certain punctuation mark. I won’t mention the identity of that mark, except to say . . . oh, never mind. Come to find out there are both formal and informal applications, so I am off the hook. What I find to be even more peculiar is that I was actually reading about something other than politics. Go figure. None of this is distraction, though. Yeh, right. The truth is that age has been snickering at me lately. Come Tuesday I will begin Medicare. This is most definitely a good thing. That’s not the point. I told my therapist yesterday that it almost seems like a mid-life crisis. It is both philosophical and existential stuff. And, yes, at times I snicker along just for giggles, if they should come. If nothing else, it is amusing. But this morning is about contentment. Like OMG just look at the cat! Soooo cute. Careful not to wake her. The old gal needs her sleep. And good coffee. And a workday ahead, which I am looking forward to because the past three days have been chock full of solitude. This is also a good thing. I’d say it’s all good, except I hate that aphorism. Whatever. I did get a little work done on the new book. I’d forgotten how much work is involved in writing a book. Good thing I have this blog to keep me from getting toooo serious in writing whatever I write. Once again . . . whatever.
All is well. Goof gloriously.