Codecil

I got tired of being in and inadvertently supporting The Grind in August of 2016.

I was dead sick and bone disgusted at constantly encountering the same broken paradigms that are woven so intricately into the pattern of human interaction on the job.

 I was of the Sufficient Age, so I Retired.

I've remained busy. But there's something I hadn't counted on: Isolation. Never been a crowd lover anyway, but now, where I've parked myself, I see that no longer regularly actively engaging with Humanity has increased my normally encountered levels of stress.

You see, you lose structure. No alarms to set; no place to particularly be. And with that, sometimes no feeling of usefulness and connectedness.

I'm sure I am responsible for the corner I'm painted into.

Real question at this time is:

Will I Catch It And Right It In Time?

Because I've also never been overly self-concerned or self-regulating, there's a chance that answer will turn out to be NO.

There's an Eclipse tomorrow (August 21, 2017) and then the next day I become 64.