Feels like it anyway.. after a hard afternoon getting dragged around the park, bum in buggy, legs anywhere - strange wind that Northerly.
The reboot is stalled - waiting instruction on secure server stuff - no one seems to want to make a decision - zoetrope101 beginning to show the lack of attention - still hanging out to have an indepth look at Flash Communication Server, a trial of which is sitting about here somewhere gathering dust - meanwhile does anyone know how to sell kites online, in a SSL setup, in Australian dollars?
Me - I'm a Madmerch fan, templated though they may be the outcome still looks clean and there's fun to be had. Everything else looks so serious, and wants so much money - what is ecommerce anyway but an excuse to rip into people who don't know any better.
Of more import - Mum, brave lady that she is - now moved to another hospital for recuperation, a symbol for me now of how to just keep fighting.
Seems it may be time to brave the considerable temperature differential tween here and NZ, and go and have an adventure with her when she's back up and running.
On pain and suffering - the breaking of the codeine addiction is getting there - slower that I expected, but getting there, and we're back on the much loved anti arthritic Celebrex, the wonder drug.
The bloody thing is that good it not only takes the pain out of my knees, arms, fingers, anything that I have managed to break over the years, it also gives me the oddest feeling of well being - worth the money for that alone!
It's a positive bitch getting older - everything getting a bit more worn everyday, but it's happening to you all, and I'm mildly pleased about that.
50 early December - stunning, how did I get here? I was surprised at 30, I'm stunned at 50.
50 years is a long time for anyone to be on the planet, and yet I still act like a child - won't share my toys, and still lust after young wenches, something you learn to do when your partner is also feeling the effects of age, demanding children, and harping parents - so much for any romance - that seems to be the first thing to go with them, and I'm beginning to think that's a damn fine thing - strange thing for me to think.
I now understand why real live married blokes wander off and get themselves in a barrow load of shit.
Has anyone researched this? Should I?
I'm having too much of a good time - fuck research!