This is something I found I had written on September 16th of last year:
A slightly hungover Sunday morning finds me at Starbucks (Rockwell) nursing a macchiato as I wait for my mother to finish changing in the unisex bathroom. It is uncommonly early for me and after driving her to the airport I expect only an hours rest and change before joining a shopping party and then hopefully after, go watch some football being played. The business of today is most welcome. It matters not that I haven't slept and that I have work early. It preoccupies me and fills the hours which I would otherwise have spent desperately trying to sleep away. To forget mostly that life is passing me by. Or that I am allowing it to.
Why am I posting it now? I suppose, to remind myself not to slide back to that point in time where I was literally SLEEPING my life away. How pathetic is that? To have one's goal as to keep oneself preoccupied else crawl into bed and wait for the day to mercifully end.
The point? The point is I'm pitching my plan to the elders...and I'm hoping it is received well. And I'm hoping it is the next big adventure.
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