It’s been a long week around these parts. I’ve been struggling lately with a lot of deep, loomy things: self-image, the inevitable and unwelcome reality of getting older, indignent rage, the loss of self (I miss being relevant) – y’know, good time stuff. It’s left me quiet and melancholy, which I frankly don’t have time for. Summer is finally here, I’m delightfully busy at work, and planning for our London trip has started. I don’t need or want to be sad or angry, but I’m kind of both at the moment. It’s stupid. Where’s the unsubscribe button?
This pretty much sums up how I’m feeling these days: