Where the heck have I been? That is what I am asking myself right now. I have really been out-of-sorts lately, and my normal punctual postings are neither normal nor punctual. I joked that I may be taken in a flying saucer on August 31, and after looking at how I have been feeling, perhaps I was and the anesthesia affected my brain.
And now I am trying to think of something on which to write. It is hell trying not to end in a preposition this morning.
I think I am getting older – not a stretch, as we all think we age over time. What happens if we only think we age – as it is an optical illusion of sorts. Not that I believe it, but before Bohr, I am not sure many would have thought that all matter is made of electrons, protons and neutrons. Then, years later, we talk about quarks and other bizarre subatomic particles.
But I know I am getting older – and so is hubbie. A few years ago, I noticed it with him. He said one night that Connie Chung was hot. Er, I thought to myself, isn't she a news anchor. Not sure FHM, Maxim, Blender or whatever is looking to use her for a cover spread. I actually thought his comment was cute. I know, manly stuff is not supposed to be cute, but I guess part of it is that I can compete with Connie Chung. Well, my 401K can't compete with hers, but my boobs sure can.
And when I look at yummy men, my tastes have changed. Sean Connery is looking better, and he is so much older than me. When I was young, physical attraction was so important, and now talent, power, intelligence and other attributes contribute so much to attractiveness.
And more frequently, I find myself talking about the "good old days," and I am in my thirties. What is that about? I think I will talk about this more tomorrow. Today I have a crapload of stuff to do at work, and I can't get fired this week. Lots of bills coming in.
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