Really, REALLY antsy these past few days...since my birthday on Thursday. I figured if 50 was not a big trauma, 51 would be a snap, but hey, not so.
Strange announcements keep ringing in my ears, like: And now, for something completely different, dub runs away from home!!
It's a little late for a mid-life crisis, and besides I've already had a couple. Can't run very far away from home--no snow tires.
Haven't felt like this in years. There was a time when I would have just...gone. When my life was divided into periods spent between radical escapes froms jobs, or people, or situations. Mostly I was escaping myself and my well-nurtured ennui...well, never mind.