I’ve discovered as I’ve gotten older is that stuff I hoped would get easier… hasn’t, at least not in the overall sense. What’s cool about the getting older, though, is that I’m more accepting of that fact than I would have been ten years ago, or even five. It pays to be more accepting of certain certainties.

That said, I’ve been yearning for the home-with-kids-despite-brokeness days, the 2002 blogging days, the pre-swine flu hysteria days, the days before I made everything easier (and complicated everything irretrievably) by going back to work full time.

I know why I’m yearning; the next few months are going to be the strangest yet.