I couldn’t bring myself to write yesterday, as I didn’t have much to say.

Life is unpredictable at best, and makes sure you never get too comfortable or complacent.  It’s a law of the universe, or something.  You can’t look forward to an imaginary future that will never come.  All you can do is make the best of the here and now.  Assume it’s all you’ve got.  Then, if any of your hopes are realized, it’s a big bonus.

At least, that’s what it looks like to me from here and now, killing time in a dead-end layover, waiting to move on to an uncertain final stage.  There are no do-overs at this age, just tying up loose ends, with no time to make one more mistake.  So the trick is not to kill time, but to somehow find something positive and productive to do with what you’ve got, as if there’s no tomorrow.  Not my strong point.

I wish I had more optimism to share.  Someone very close to me is suffering, all their dreams dashed, and I feel sad and helpless and unable to be there.  It’s not about me, but it affects our hopes and plans as well.  But–reality is a force to be reckoned with, and reckon we will.  We’re still alive, so not done here yet.  Time to improvise.