Today is Day 34 of my journey.
For some reason, today has been rough. I *did* do my run, all five miles. I have thus far refrained from the briar, which seems pointless to me at the moment, but I still persevere. I have gone to work, did my work, etc. Blah, blah, blah.
I feel ornery and out of sorts. I cannot seem to shake it. I did not have the most restful of sleep last night, so perhaps that is part of the damn problem. But, I can usually shake that sort of thing off by trying hard.
Truth be told, if I had my druthers at the moment... and if I did not have the degree of impulse control I have... I would quit my job, drive down to Florida, Arizona, Tijuana, or some such local, start smoking my pipe again, and my wife and I could start anew with a condo or apartment and just start doing as we damn well please. Oh, and I would need to win the lottery first too.
Copious whisky, wine, food galore, song, pipes, plenty of amorous activities with my wife. A Life of Riley, going to movies, to theater, etc. Going fishing anytime I damn well wanted to as well.
But, this fantasy is just a pipe dream.... and a pipe is something I cannot have.
Damn.
PipeTobacco
............................................ ............................................ A blog devoted to the ramblings of a small town, middle aged college professor as he experiences life and all its strange variances.
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Monday, March 19, 2018
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I appreciate all forms of comments on my writings. I find that I miss the sponteneity of coming to read them here when they were unmoderated. I believe I wrote less due to the moderation. I have decided to adopt limited moderation. Hopefully the prior problems with unfettered comments will not arise again. Please feel free to comment as you wish about the essays I write. I will maintain those comments that offer kind-hearted and gentle opinion... be it positive or negative. The opinions of your comments will, of course, need to have relevance to the post as well.
Chin up...
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed that
The other day I was talking about my next life (I believe in past live and such) I swear my next life I don't want to be responsible.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on
Sell everything and just do it! Or not. A simple life isn't TOO expensive and you might need a little something to do on the side just to keep you occupied in case the fish aren't biting and the wife has a headache.
ReplyDeletegrumpy is good...be grumpy...it's good for you..ha
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