Falling into (the) Autumn (of my life)

I found myself on the sofa this afternoon with Morgan's Passing resting open and upside down on my chest. A fresh cool breeze was comng in off the garden across the street. I'd just woken up from an unintended nap and a Mahler symphony was on the hi-fi digital sound system. One of the cats was sleeping at my side and the other was on the arm of the couch, resting against my head.

It was kinda perfect.

When did I become content to be someone's grandpa a boring middle-aged man? Bring me some knitting needles and call me Aunt Bea.

I'm looking forward to starting a new workshop tomorrow afternoon. Have an interview with a headhunter on Tuesday morning for a "real" job that is compelling enough to lure me back into the suited and booted world. Eeek. Do I even have a suit anymore?

You know what will happen next, right? This Monday afternoon writing course will be the best thing that's ever happened to me and just as I get into it, they'll offer me a job that will create a scheduling conflict.

It's the same theory that if you really want a cab, light a cigarette (preferably your last one). The taxi will arrive by the second puff.