The storm turned out to be nothing for us here in this part of coastal Maine. It scooted right out to sea before getting close. So instead of 2 feet of snow we got maybe 2 inches. Even the threatened wind wasn’t bad.
Until now. It is roaring. It is -1F with a forty or fifty knot wind blowing. It was a night like this that Wildfire met his fate.
I find myself up too late, flirting via text. Then I go to bed and sleep too late.
I must get to the gym tomorrow. It is an imperative. I’ve only got a few more months to be beach ready.
And.
I need to find a job. That is the back side of the two sided blade of retirement. Because I know I can survive on my Navy retirement. But I am just existing.
That is the problem with being a retired adrenaline junky. Nothing excites me.
Pumping iron might break loose some crap from my head and I’ll finally figure out what the next thirty years looks like.
At the store the other day I kept running into attractive women. I had to keep reminding myself “Never frown, because you never know when someone is falling in love with your smile.”
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