The past couple of weeks have been a blur of keeping up with B’s last days as a high school senior and his last weeks of club soccer. Somewhere between all that stuff, I’ve been at the gym 3 to 4 times a week, taking care of the springtime needs of the Cul De Sac Shack and getting out for some creeps around the woods, stalking birds and other critters with my camera.
That’s how life will be for another week or so, and then I plan to maybe start hoping to think about possibly formulating a plan for the rest of my life as an empty nester. Or just crack another beer and say, “fuck it, it’ll all hopefully be over soon enough,” like I have been doing for the past 12 years, with an acceptable amount of success.
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Later.