This is one of those times – and such times occur a lot lately – when you have nothing to say. It’s around 10 in night and I’m sitting here wondering why do beards grow on men.
I hear the news that things are going good with me. At least, I am free from the worries that used to trouble me when I was still alive. Things have been sorted out now. Everything has been put in place, where it should have been (rather than where it belonged). Getting used to a new routine has not been that difficult. I wake up in the morning, I go to work, I kill time, I call it a day. Nights bring some respite. Sleep brings few hours of real non-existence.
If you ask me, I am content with this new life (if we are allowed to call it a life in the first place).