Middle Age

I signed up for immersion training in septuagenarian life taught by a thirty-year-old with a master’s degree in arch supports.

Pete is inconsistent with my need for order. Order as I define it. My kind of order. The order that centers on me. I have regrets about Pete.

Pete says chasing squirrels and work are the same thing. I agree. Often when I’m working, I feel like I’m chasing something I can’t catch.

I’m taking happy lessons from my dog, Pete, because he knows how to be happy. My guru. When the student is ready the master appears.  

At first, I didn’t believe it either. But then, I watched the YouTube videos. A CIA agent confessed to the whole thing. You can’t fake that.

I’m just checking in with you to say that I can’t blog right now. I’m working on a new book. A novel. Science fiction romance. About a woman who philanders with a robot and how it saves her marriage. Working title is “The Toothbrush.” Target release date is Spring 2022.

Our life is better thanks to the efforts of thousands of people we don’t even know, the public good in action.