96 hours
It snuck up on me silently; I wasn't looking and next thing I know it is breathing down my neck. Funny how when we are kids we can barely fathom being adults. Then as time moves along be pass right into adulthood scarcely noticing the transition. Then, one day, we glance up in the rearview mirror to find 40 bearing down on us. Some of us start to panic. I will be forty in just a few days. I am not as anxious about it as I thought I would be, however, I do feel a sense of urgency to start trying to finish some of my life goals.... okay... I feel a sense of urgency to start making some life goals.
On the whole I am feeling pretty good about my life, such as it is. I have had a decent life so far, and though things have been anything but peaches and cream, I doubt I would trade much. I am finally finding some contentment around the edges. But right now I just don't really feel like writing. Kat slept all day after keeping me up all night last night, so I am ready to go to bed, but can't because she is up and about. I tried all day to get her to eat, and now at 12:30 in the morning she decides she wants me to get up and fix her grilled cheese.... I did it, but was not happy about it because I now know she will be sick all night again. I hate that she demands so much of my time. I had plans for yesterday, and had to cancel because she was sick. Now my plans have to wait till whenever.
