A day is coming

I'll turn 44. I'm in no better shape, position, mood or location than I was this time last year.

Life keeps on passing by while I am mired here earning a living.

Nunc est bibendum.

I often wonder how other men bank down the shame and dread of a life lived in middle-class mediocrity, shackled in indentured servitude ....

Itchy feet

While driving to the doctor's office this morning, a sudden and overwhelming urge to drive on past and turn on to I-84 swept over me and it was tough to bank down. Perhaps it was the Jimmy Buffett song playing on the radio, with its talk of palm trees and sailboats that made me despise the middle-class life of quiet desperation I have created for myself. I actually pondered how much 'stuff' I would need to just run away.

Of course, I didn't. I'd have missed my dogs.