Hearing myself think

Tonight, for the first time in a very, very long time, I was able to hear myself think.

It felt good.

It had to do with tidying up some loose ends in the recent year. Specifically, the wonderful Jamie. And I found myself resurrecting my UK phone to get some pictures off it. This led to me looking through all my old photos on the Mac...

I haven't felt good about myself for a long time. The Cat isn't helping me feel that way, and I don't know if I'm helping him either. But tonight I felt really good, looking back on pictures of people I've known for years in some cases, for days in others.

I can hear myself think. It's amazing. No distractions, no noise (none that I can't filter out, at least), no internet. Not even the temptation to read. Just me, the disconnected Mac, my sofa, and tea. A man could get lost out there in the world. Especially here.

I think the solution starts with a haircut. I know that sounds vain and shallow. But it starts there. Then we upgrade the rest of the body.

And fix some broken links along the way.

My two boys, Andy and Ben, made me smile tonight. :o)

And, for the first time since Christmas, I let myself listen to Little Bear again...