Tragic Realization
I think I’m old. I mean after all, I’ve been here for a quarter of a century and it can’t be too long before kids will offer me their seat when I get on the bus.
I’m just pretty sure about that, because for the last couple of weeks I have been wearing my glasses at work all the time (except for at lunch – I don’t need to see that up close, or actually I do see it up close and since I’m near-sighted I have no problems with that) and – which is the real oddity – I wear my glasses for watching TV at home. I never did that before, only when I happened to have my glasses on. Now I fucking get them out to watch TV. I’m old. At least when I discover my first grey hairs next week or so, it won’t come as such a shock.
I must develop some old crazy lady’s habits and soon.
Cats… how about having fourteen cats?