Just a month ago, I was in Edinburgh. Wearing all the clothes that I had with me on my trip. And now I am back in the Old Bat Cave where it is so hot that bugs are sticking on the windows just to cool off. Bugs rarely bother to fly up to the 11th floor. But, not today. Guess that 35-year-old windows leak plenty of cool air.
Went to a 265th Birthday Party this afternoon. Kind of spooky when it only takes 3 friends to make 265 years.
The handwriting is on the wall. This isn’t the 2nd half. This is sudden-death overtime. Nobody is promised tomorrow.
So, eat the cake, buy the shoes, take the trip.
Oh, and I managed to exist nicely for an entire week without Facebook. Does FB make my life better? Does social media make us better or happier people?