![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
As my brother reminded me today, I'm just about at the crest of the metaphorical "Hill". One more year of denying that I'm old. Or getting old. Or not as good as I once was. And a lot other things.
I had what could be at the most described as "intentions" for somethings to do today. All I manged was seeing my kids and going out and getting a guinness. The former was nice, the later seemed too obvioulsy obligatory to be anything other than alright.
I've decided that one of the first items on the list of Things to Get once I'm re-employed is a new couch. Mine is too short and the cushions too not-cushiony to be comfortable for waking-up from having fallen asleep on for an hour. And seeing as I'm only going to be older and getting older after this year, I suspect I'll only be doing more and more of that in the future.
I had what could be at the most described as "intentions" for somethings to do today. All I manged was seeing my kids and going out and getting a guinness. The former was nice, the later seemed too obvioulsy obligatory to be anything other than alright.
I've decided that one of the first items on the list of Things to Get once I'm re-employed is a new couch. Mine is too short and the cushions too not-cushiony to be comfortable for waking-up from having fallen asleep on for an hour. And seeing as I'm only going to be older and getting older after this year, I suspect I'll only be doing more and more of that in the future.
