If I know I’m about to have a tough time I like to put on a favourite t-shirt: It provides a sense of comfort.
The Outpost is kind. Its benevolence shines like a beacon: a Beacon.
I have just bought sixteen litres of highly caffeinated “Energy Drink”. It will arrive the day after tomorrow. I got a really good deal for it, thankfully.
No one at all can “have it all” without losing something very important. Top business people have no home or family lives of their own, and that is the waste of a life.
The wound on my arm has clotted at last, and I have time to breathe again. I sit in the cool of the sheltered cloister and work my way through another bottle of wine.
My partner has no interest in going to the United States, but I would go tomorrow if you let me. I’m no longer in a position to do solo travelling, but that’s the life I have chosen.
Ah, parenthood: it’s great isn’t it? Except for those times when it isn’t quite.
This is about the bad times: the good times can speak for themselves.