Sunday 13 December 1998

Pic of the day: Night comes to the Chaos Node.
A very relaxed day. Made another pasta dinner today. I tend to make a bit too much food when I make my own dinner. I guess I haven't yet grown used to eating as little as I do. I've said this before, but I repeat it: If you want to eat, do it while you are young. (Unless you happen to be a fat male, of course.) When you can afford all the food you want, you can no longer eat it. Borrow money and eat now. The years draw near when you will say: I have no pleasure in them.
-Not quite that far here, I certainly take some pleasure from these days, the onset of life's sunset (I'm almost 40). As the pleasures of the body slowly fade, the mind remains still awake and curious, at least for a while. Yet, there is no two ways about it: I'm joining the grandparent generation on the slow but steady climb down towards that vast shore of the ocean across which no one can see.
(That's generation, folks, in the abstract sense. I am absolutely sure that I'm not a grandparent myself, or even a parent.)
Note to Daggerfriends: My Daggerlink page, now called Daggerfall Crossroads, is extended to include the Daggerfall Gazetteer. The other links tested and updated as needed.

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November 1998