I made it outside today. Managed a 2.5 mile walk. That helped my mental state. The sun was out. The wind was not. It was well above freezing. All good.
While walking I was thinking about my elderly self on a 100-meter boat. For 30 days. Much of it above the arctic circle. What happens if I have a heart attack? Or a stroke? Well, I guess I will just die. And that will be fine with me. Damn inconvenient for the ship and my lawyer. But, fine with me. I will have checked out while on an adventure. Which sure beats checking out from The Asylum Dementia Unit.
At dinner my beloved besties said that the boat could just put me out on an iceberg. Gotta love my accidental family. Had really good wine and OK pizza for dinner tonight. After dinner one of the family mentioned not being willing to spend $350 for a winter coat any more. It’s funny how this sort of thinking creeps into our lives. It’s not sad or depressing. It’s just an increasing acceptance of reality. Or impermance.
