It's a Friday. A day which no longer has that magical connotation for me. I am, of course, retired. The only thing Friday means now is what TV show, or shows, I might watch tonight. It's just another day in my life.
In a way, I miss that old feeling. Friday was something to look forward to, to anticipate, and to celebrate once it's arrived. I celebrated often when I was young, often and hard. Now, I don't do much celebrating at all. Can't handle the hangovers anymore.
A friend was to have shoulder surgery today but it got scrubbed. I hobble around due to one knee not being ready for prime time yet. All my friends seem to have aches and pains and various maladies.
And you were thinking retirement age is something to look forward to.
I have become such a cynic that I no longer look forward to waking up in the morning. Which might explain the depressing dreams I have been having lately. I won't bore you with them. I don't want to relive them anyway.
In the interests of creating some interest in my dull life, I picked up a copy of Flash Forward by Robert J. Sawyer. This is the novel upon which the TV show "Flashforward" was based. Loosely based. Very loosely based. There is a flash forward but it is some 20 years ahead, not one year. So far (several chapters in), the story seems to be centered around the CERN complex on the Swiss-French border. And also about the scientists.
The book is good, I recommend it. It's light reading, like most science fiction, but interesting enough to hold your attention.
All of the above was the result of my wanting to simply announce I didn't feel like writing in my blog today. Not interested. I've got the blahs... And I am just tired.
Time for a nap.
A Night Unremembered
6 years ago