Getting older is mandatory. Getting old is optional.
Six and a half years ago, I overcame my discomfort with the idea of commuting into the city.
It snowed last night. And this morning. This afternoon, it mostly rained. This evening, it's snowing again. I managed to get out early this morning to baptize our new snow blower, purchased last week after the one my parents left behind when we bought their house ten years ago died earlier this winter. Tonight, the driveway is filled with slush. In the morning, it'll be ice. I worked 15 hours today. No time to clear more crud from the driveway. I dream that someday, I'll move to Vermont and tap maple trees and not have to deal with insane deadlines and incompetent managers. Today, however, is not that day.