Time to Pull Up My Sleeves

There are many things that one lets slide when one is busy having an extended existential crisis. They seem small, petty, unimportant, insignificant, grubby even when compared with with the greater questions surrounding mortality.

These little things are, however, the warp and weft of everyday life, and once one's excuse for loitering on the edges of normalcy and napping all the time vanishes, one is left with a lot of cleaning up to do.

So, it's time to catch up with myself. But need I say that I'm happy to do so? I think not.

Off to the Arvo Job then.