According to some statistic or another that I picked up on a podcast this morning, I have about 7,000 days left at most.
So since my week ahead involves seeing an old friend or two, getting an eye test for my new driving license, a boiler inspection, walking mindlesslessly backwards and forwards in the local swimming pool, hanging out the washing, ‘doing my steps’, and watering my lettuces, I’m again thinking about how to spend this precious remaining time. Broken into small chunks, though, in the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men vein, and trying to always remember that these days might stop at any minute.
The list of hackneyed responses comes quickly : ‘Life is what you make it’, ‘ Get some hobbies’, ‘ Help out in the local community’ , ‘Join some groups’ , ‘ Do some volunteer work’, and the worst of all, ‘Keep busy.’
Yes yes of course, but.
Out There & In Here 