At the end of a week of biorythmic and hormonal lows (more about that later), the universe is taking pity on me in small ways today. Went to go down to the tuck shop in the lobby of my building this evening and the elevator doors opened up as I walked up to them without my punching a button. Then the tuck shop actually had some reasonably priced blocks of cheese in stock. And the elevator to go back up was right there again. Very tiny bonuses but enough to raise my spirits a little.
Life Begins at 41...or maybe 43 