If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss
The second burden of a former child.
We will Sell No Whine Before Its Time! So OK, I'm getting older and this is not the way it was supposed to turn out. I write, I sleep, I eat less and less and still gain weight, I play music, I pet my cat, and I'm getting crotchedy. Still and all, life is pretty good...
On Nook: http://tinyurl.com/cly9bkt