Bottles and bottles
It was about 7pm today when I finally succumbed to asking myself, when does it all end? I’m putting it down to the Aquarian avoidance nature of never yielding to inherent signs of weakness until absolutely necessary, or as some may call it.. procrastinating.
Actually I’m not so sure what I’m on about, either.
I guess it’s been a long while since I’ve had any time to sit down and have a breather and think and think and think about where all this is going, where I’m going and where all the people around me are going. But the fact remains, things are going. Going to get better? Worse? Strangely I have the answer yet I don’t; after being decidedly placated for period of time (hibernation? that might explain the eating) the incoming year end has now prompted me to think again. Not that I don’t think much. I do. In fact I think too much. But never about the things I should be thinking about.
But then again it’s not every day you walk past a shoe sale, into a wine shop, and leave feeling quite happy you have a bottle of De Bortoli’s Noble One instead of the pair of patent pewter mirror wedges you were dying for the week before.
It’s been a long week