I’m at home with Jasper (my black kitty) and we’re just watching paranormal/ghost shows until I get sleepy. I’m sipping a Blue Moon and a munching a bit of chips and salsa.
What a difference a few years makes. Just 8-10 short years ago, I’d be at my favorite pub, getting completely sideways, singing, flirting and engaging in an entire evening of questionable behavior/decision-making.
And being flat-on-my-back sick/useless until about 7pm tomorrow.
I’m just not that guy anymore, it seems.
Fine with me. This is safer, and cheaper. And I don’t have to figure out a way to chew my arm off come sunrise.
Happy New Year!