Cold, wet and dead
Very cold and very wet will lead to very dead. That is what I learned, after a third documentary in a row about maritime disasters. Thank you YT. Note that I did not seek out these chilling tales. The algorithm has my interest at heart. All of the stories are about incidents that have taken place during my lifetime, in my country.
No, I will not be retelling history. There are folk songs in a couple of cases, and a great example of hubris. The boss says we can do it, so we will. You only die once, apparently.
I need to find better ways to spend time. Perhaps a concentration on travel, or music, or cute pet videos. All will have better outcomes.
This has been about a day of life in the fog, figuratively. If I stick to places I know well, like my living room, I can ignore the elephant in the room. Big, gray, frightening. And so I shall.
At least my diet is sane. If I had allowed bad habits to accrue, the going forward might be short. I am at an age where my best years are probably just memories, and I now understand the possibility of long term care. Not there yet. I hope. Keep and eye on me.
A piece of family history arrived by courier, proof that stuff will last longer than people. The package will be opened when I can actually see the contents. Tomorrow. Or the next day. Something to pass on to one of the children, because that is how artefacts work.
