Oh, I'm not as old as old, but I'm really quite an age, and I had thought I would be spending more time at my own keyboard and less time punching someone else's clock by now.
That's not how it has worked out. Bad knees and bad luck have me hanging on, looking at Wall Street and Washington, wondering when the bubble will pop. (Probably first in my knees, though it feels more like rust and grit.)
Having grown up in an unacknowledged but overwhelmingly real tradition in which birthdays were far more for painful reappraisal and remorse than celebration, I have to wonder if I missed my stop. Most of my friends at work already stepped off, and the four techs who remain, we're all bouncing around like peas in a bucket and are about as effective. But here I am, no matter where I go.
I'd like to thank everyone who has shared birthday wishes, especially my friend from the 8th call district who sent a card! They really are nice to receive.
Be well, all of you.
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1 year ago
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