I look back at the past year -- the past eight months especially and the last seven weeks in particular -- and I tally up the damage: emotional, physical and financial.
Sure. One can always make a few more bucks. (Selling a kidney in India springs immediately to mind.) The trouble arises on the other outstanding accounts.
Tonight, there are too many bridges on fire.
And I loathe. Am loath. To say much more, especially here.
Don't get old.
And don't expect any haggis
any time soon.
3 years ago