I'll get over it. Back to the schedule and everyday mini-challenges. The trick is to watch the saplings grow and also keep half an eye on the forest stretching out all around you. Anyway, here's a slightly too trite song that still manages to make my throat catch a little every time.
they often ask, "When are you coming home?"
ReplyDeleteAnd that makes me ask myself, "What am I still doing here?" I can answer the question, but I don't like the way it sounds anymore...
Good on you for being a man who knows his priorities. Eventually I always give in to myself...
Thanks. I appreciate it, but have to confess that the priorities have undergone a not insubstantial restructuring of late, which is probably no bad thing.
DeleteThese questions never get any easier, do they?