I don’t know about you, but I feel a constant level of discontent, anxiety, angst these days, as I did during the, dare I say it, Bush Administration. It’s not just the economy or the fact that we remain in Iraq and are fighting a couple of other, let’s hark back to Korea, police actions. It’s just that life, my life, doesn’t seem quite right. It’s not a bad life, nor a particularly good life: It’s just life.
Now, life never turns out to be what we wanted or expected. Perhaps for some it does, though I know of no one in that saddle. I grow older, I’m on Medicare now (not bad at all, by the way – no complaints). I probably have the wrong wife, but what else is new: She’s the third. Now, my dog’s just great — a loveable Cocker Spaniel (nearly 40 pounds worth). There not many things I’d like to buy; in fact, I can’t think of any. I’m going to have a few days alone later this week as the wife’s going to California to visit friends, so I’ll be able to eat just about anything I want.
Maybe I’m just getting older.
