Saturday, November 10, 2012

Stumbling into this day

Not much to say today. Guests are in, we stayed up late drinking last night. The music blared and we danced and were delightedly foolish. More guests arrive tomorrow evening, then back to work.

I have gotten older than I ever wanted to be.

This morning I awoke and felt the sting of the recent and distant past. I found a pair of pants and made it to the bathroom. The mirror accused me of things that I had no memory of doing. The problem with aging is that no matter what I do I still look like I have a hangover.