Why is it the night before nights, as I stay up, I always end up feeling sad and lonely. Is it Kathryn sleeping away (hopefully) peacefully above me while I ponder the imponderables of my life? Is it that pool of sadness my counselor talked about back when I was in counseling? Is it that I often end up thinking about my dad?
I don’t know.
What I do know is that remembering that we got ID’d buying cider (in with our normal shop) cheers me up. I believe I went ‘woo!’ and threw my arms up in the air. ‘You look under 21’… Woo! I say.
Grey hairs and all :)
Anyway, we watched Star Trek tonight which, apart from the short skirts on women thing (why with the short skirts on the women? Why?), was very good. Very very good. My faith in the Star Trek people is somewhat restored.
