I think I am having a mid-old-age crisis.
Not much to say about that except it's every bit as frustrating and confusing as any other mid-life crisis.
Or perhaps I am just making this up.
It is gray here and warm and the dirt trails are soft sand and hard to walk and I think we're going to get rain from Hurricane Patricia as it makes its way from Pacific to Gulf to Atlantic, it's tendrils and trails and traces and tentacles, some of it bringing water and perhaps wind. I do not know.
I really don't know much today.
Which is very much the same as all other days.