Resigned, to my life at 54

Well, (a deep, dark hole, as we know) I'm 54 today. It's my birthday.

Try as I might to be chipper and all, I feel predominately portly, ineffective, lackluster, and to top it all off, resigned.

Now that I've got my melodrama out of the way; happy birthday March.

 I'll be posting another revelation about singulation here soon too. (Remember Singulation?) I'm reading a book about Color, and in the first chapter she talks about the electrons getting hit with light and how they become something else at that point, through a process called "transitions". Sounds like another word for singulation. More on this later.

Time to go out for a walk, with the dogs, before it rains again.