Somehow the day got lost. It happened around two o’clock when we talked to our esteemed financial advisor, and eyes glazed over in anticipation of old age, poverty and death. I’m not sure I want to be around when the rest of my generation discovers their retirement is destined to be spent dumpster diving and living in back alleys because they hadn’t had the sense to cancel their HBO and or eat at Chili’s once a month.
Screw it.
Talked to my uncle after the hackles went down, and set up an afternoon gathering for next week when mom is here. Look forward to getting everyone together. Meanwhile, on to business at hand. Mom’s excited, and that’s the main thing.
Sigh.
Was full of energy when I got home from the gym, and now it’s gone. Eh. That’s the way things go, I guess.