Daily Archives: September 11, 2017

Tempus Fugit

I saw a cartoon in which the grandmother is asked how old she feels. She responds, “I feel like I’m every age I’ve ever been.”

I understand.

I think I remember staying up until all hours, then going to school or work the next morning. I don’t/can’t/have no desire to do so today.

Instead, as Pink Floyd put it:

When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire

Today, an evening after work, sitting with my wife in the evening, reading a good book, catching up on magazines like Smithsonian or Wired, or watching a movie is a delight.

As well it should.