I’m slow, late, this morning. I was up early. I’ve got ink on my fingers from reading weekend papers. Nothing much new in our news, few things we’ve not heard before. Few we won’t read about again and again – locations change, dates change, labels change, demons become moderates, new demons emerge out of nowhere. Not to worry, next year will see some people come to their senses, many will be born, many will perish, many will make fortunes and many will lose their shirts. Here. There. Everywhere.
Fresh ones start.
Barrels of ink (or was that oil?) spilled, telling tales of this year that was, how poorly (or not) it was predicted, then followed by every expert-wannabe telling us how next year will unfold …
Who knows the future?
Nobody knows – educated guesses. Uneducated guesses. Wild guesses. Who cares what anyone guesses, educated or not?
I care about two things: people I care about and worthy issues/causes I care about. I’ll sprinkle that thinking with some creature comforts, leisure and rest for recharging. It all has to be funded, so I’ll keep doing things I like whether they make buckets of cash or not.
Most will make little or none – so others better work out well.
Seriously, this week, this season, this month and this year are winding toward a close – which is purely an arbitrary accounting exercise, to say something stops and something else starts, to say something ends and something new begins. Seems to me morning follows night.
The time of your life is now.
It’s always now, so why not have the time of your life now?
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -14C/7F, soft snow and soft breeze, white lawns and mushy brown streets – some weekend warming ahead before we go back into the deep freeze; Gusta seemed as happy as my knees for a longer walk (well rested and not-ached) …