At This Point in Time

Temporarily helping a parent. Miss my life.

Monday, November 22, 2004

Impetus, Wherefor Art Thou

It seems I remember always doing better under the gun. Going down to the wire and pulling off whatever needed doing. Those days must have gone the way of the dodo bird.

I need energy and impetus. Where the heck did they go? If any one locates 'em, send them this way. I will embrace them like the Prodigal Son.