Summer is gone...finally.

I hope she doesn't turn a trick and get better, and if not, it appears colder weather is on the way.

I couldn't be happier about it.

Really? Today?

So, yesterday I'm feeling OK.

Today: pretty severe pain in my shoulder, kinda severe pain in my back, and my damn ankle still hurts.

What the hell, man?

A day is coming

I'll turn 43.

I haven't really given this a whole lot of thought. I seem to remember reading in _Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy_ that 43 is the answer to the meaning of life.

I'm not sure I buy into that, but we will see. I'll be at work that day, of course. I've got nothing planned for this year, though I did consider, briefly, a 43 mile bike ride.

Fortunately, arrogance gave way to wisdom and I gave that up as bad business.

I'm neither looking forward to, nor dreading, my birthday this year. Nothing seems to bother me much these days, except life itself.

I need a change.

Indeed.

Another July passes by us....

It's August 3rd., 2010.


The sun's still on the other side of the horizon out here, and I am OK with that.

I'm sitting here in the the last dark hours of the morning, thinking about everything. My back hurts, my ankle hurts, but at least I'm not hung-over. Probably won't be again. I'm probably going to drink the last three beers in my fridge this week, then be done with it.

It seems like the thing to do.

I think that phrase will sum up most of my decisions henceforth.
"Why did you do that?"
"It seemed like the thing to do."

A simple, if not somewhat cryptic, answer.


The future isn't bright and I'm not very optimistic that things will get better.

I am sure of one thing: Time will pass.

Long is the way, and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.

Indeed.