Well…as I sit here waiting for the rain to come, the lyrics to “Time” by Pink Floyd come to mind…”tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch for rain”…yeah, I’m a little weird like that…can you tell I’m already bored and it’s only 8:47? While we’re at it, let’s look at another line from the same song that just about sums up how I feel about getting old…”the sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older, shorter of breath and one day closer to death..” and now the depression starts….I know I’ve talked about getting old before but as the days go on, it’s keeps getting more and more real…and I look in the mirror and wonder what happened to that guy…the one with brown hair and no wrinkles…and with the possibilities that have come and gone, leaving this husk of a person who has no purpose other than the rote repetition of tasks that make up my days….and that is pretty frickin depressing, too….I wonder if I can still change that? Do I want to?  Who knows? If it’s not raining by 9, I’m going out…4 minutes to go….more later…