It doesn’t feel like I’m a quarter of the way through December of 2020. Honestly, it feels like…
Well. The light of my life reminded me today that “I can haz cheezburger?” is thirteen years old, and I said something very rude. I have niephlets younger than that meme. I feel old. I’m not allowed to feel old when I’m comparing relatives with whom I’ve had an actual conversation to memes.
So that’s what it feels like, mostly. A kind of hectic rush that leaves me wondering how on earth I didn’t get more done.
Still, there’s a small vacation coming up, and words are happening, and the cat spent this morning moving onto my slippers and purring smugly. Things aren’t so bad, I just need to clear time to appreciate them a little better.