I'm sitting in yet another coffee shop as I write this. Once again it's my birthday and I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing with my life and where I'm going. I've just turned 42 which, as Douglas Adams would have it means I now have the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Or I am the answer. Or something like that. I don't even know what I'm having for dinner tonight, let alone know what life is or is for so I'm probably not the best person to ask.
No, I'm not going to post a link to the video for Birthday this time, though it would be appropriate. I figured I'd give something else a try for once.
Looking back I don't feel noticeably different since last time. I've got less hair on my head these days because most of it's migrated to my ear canals. The hair that I still have is steadily turning silver and it's the first thing I see every time I look in the mirror. I don't particularly think that I need to take better care of my joints but it never hurts, right? Mostly it's my perception of Time that's changing. Days seem to go by a little faster regardless of whether I'm actively doing something or just screwing around. Weeks certainly seem to fly by these days. I still don't know what happened to the holiday season of 2019.ev, and the last HOPE seems just as close as the one coming up this summer. Things happen, and then they don't, and then something else happens. I still don't know how I feel about that.
I've been reading in the car less and looking around more. I'm not sure why.
Folks I've known for multiple decades aren't just married anymore, their kids are growing up and doing cute things (as children are wont to do). Somewhere in between the two events, in the blink of an eye, children were born.
Fixtures of my life - favorite coffee shops, conventions, book stores - are steadily going away. Most of them aren't being replaced with anything new, they're staying closed, silent, slowly decaying. I've been looking elsewhere for things.