Life; Constant Bumps In The Road
The older I get the more structure I seem to like in my life. I can look forward to pasta every Sunday evening while watching 60 minutes, Friday night is pizza and a video on the couch, Saturday mow the lawn. Structure means no surprises, no stress, and no shit to deal with.
But that hasn’t really happen yet. Instead my life is a never ending series of interruptions and my continued efforts to deal with them. Does it ever end? I guess not. Not for any of us. Everyone has problems. A good day is one filled with just small problems. So far today’s a good one. But, it’s only 6 AM. Will there just be “pot holes” today, or “sink holes”?