…to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything.
I had a very nice birthday on Tuesday and turned forty-three. There was cake, I took the day off work in order to be entirely useless and lazy, and in the evening we went out for some yummy Mexican comfort food.
Family members (even my mother!) and a few dear friends thought of me and called or sent me an e-mail or even an actual birthday card. That really meant a lot to me. Connection, keeping in touch and staying friends, is the greatest gift for me.
I do feel the middle age, and I’m weirdly out of sync. I remember moments of when I was five, ten, thirteen, fifteen, thirty like yesterday. I have moments when I miss people I have lost years ago as keenly as if it just happened. Time is fleeting, and the human mind is a wondrous wisdomball…
Apart from that, autumn is finally really here. After a night of wind and rustling leaves, a drizzle has set in. Now the world is damp and gray, with a muted bronze splash of colour from trees that seem to go from green to brown this year, skipping the more colourful hues autumn for now.
The cats, intrepid, and protected by lots of warm fur, still insist on their morning out on the balcony.
