Today I am old. I didn't feel old when I turned thirty six last year. Yet there's a certain je ne se quois about being thirty seven that drives the point home that I am old.
Perhaps if I survive to be forty two I will look back on these years as my halcyon days as I feel the creep of geriatric cold spread through my bones. Jeez, I got to Colorado Springs when I was thirty. I've been out here for nearly seven years. heptapod.org will be celebrating its first decade in a year and change.
Where has the time gone?
Tuesday is when I go to therapy. This means I have to get up an hour earlier to make up for being out at 'lunch' for an hour and a half. I completely forgot about therapy and didn't set my alarm. The hocking and loogie-ing woke me and I suddenly realized it was Tuesday. My alarm clock announced that it was 6:48 which meant I had to get my shit together ASAP, run to the car and head to work.
Did I mention that it was snowing? Fortunately at this time of morning the traffic isn't that bad so I was able to make decent time on par with usually clear and dry roads. Arrived at work at 7:05 a.m..
