Gray Day, Gray Mood - But It Ended on a High Note

I suppose it's natural that as one ages you tend to become reflective, perhaps too reflective. But on days like Friday was, gray and gloomy with a bit of a chill in the air, I tend to think too much. Sometimes a small item will cause something to bubble up in my memories. Some times a recent memory, often something from the dim, barely perceived past.

Maybe it's seasonal for some folks, but it can happen to me at any time. Especially when the weather is, shall we say, less than optimal. Yes, it happens in the winter more often, I guess we do long for the sunshine.

Friday started bad, my eyes will occasionally tire to the point where my vision is fuzzy. Work has caused that on more than one occasion. This week brought less than good news on the work front, work we did was overridden by people doing it wrong. Happens a lot in this profession. So I woke up with fuzzy vision. Everything slightly out of focus. Good thing I didn't have to go to work.

Occasionally I'm reminded that we're down to one cat, and Anya's not getting any younger. She's still pretty spry for an 18-year-old feline, she's eating well and she looks good. No way you'd guess she's that old. But still I miss her sister Sasha, the two were a matched set, always getting into it with each other but both tended to keep an eye on The Missus Herself and Your Humble Scribe. They'd switch off, now Anya has to do all the work.

So much of Friday was kind of a bummer.

But the day did end on a eye note, dinner with friends at a very good local eatery. Seafood pasta for Yours Truly, lobster, scallops, and shrimp in a pink pepper vodka sauce over penne pasta. The sauce had a delicious kick to it. Had calamari for the appetizer, best I've ever had.

Had a Guinness, a Stella Artois, then an Irish coffee for dessert, 'twas quite good all the way around. It always is with good food and good company.

The Missus Herself drove, due to my fuzzy vision, and she hadn't seen the Christmas lights downtown yet, so we did the grand tour down Hope Street. Very relaxing and cheery it was.

My advice to folks, if the day starts out crappy, hang in there, it could get better. Mine did.

Though as always, your mileage my vary.

I feel much better now as I write this (Friday eve), hopefully the eyes will be rested and good to go when you're reading this (Saturday). It usually is a one day thing, reminds me that I'm not getting any younger. So I suppose that's a good thing, humbling though it be.

There are times when I get too full of myself, so yeah, humbling experiences can be instructive and beneficial.

But I'm always glad when they're over!

Be well.