To be late, up late, of... course.

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While making my blog rounds today I saw a post that sort of caught me. Someone going through the throws of middle age, or older, doubts. It caught me a bit off guard and yet my reply was swift and sure. Oh, I know, I often bark and whine about this and that. I seem to live in some depressed state of affairs, for all I know, considering my musical tastes, recollections, and such. The truth is I am quite pleased with my little life. I am surprised a bit every time I wake up. Usually, even if in pain, grumpy, stiff, and sore... I still am quite pleased to just be up and... doing whatever I can do. There is a song that says it much better than I could. Oh, no worries, you won't have to cover your ears, eyes, or... anything. Just... think of this when life has you by the... places you don't want to be had by.

Up and at it.  I, at first, thought I had slept a long time.  Then I realized, going to bed at four, not actually sleeping until well after 6:00, maybe even past 7:00, means that waking at 15:00 probably isn't so bad.  More so with a long time up yesterday and given my history and health.  So, it's all good.  Another overcast day doesn't help.  Still, it is a beautiful day.  The day just has that forlorn melancholic cast that goes well with soup and tea or some such.  It is a good day to look for cheer.  Hmm, turning on the furnace might lead to much rejoicing, come to think of it.  Chilly, funny?

I won't be doing much outside.  I did a bit more last night, taking things from one bedroom to the other, sorting through books and some other things.  Oh, I know.  Slow.  It is all I have to give so it is what I do.  I also viewed many more music videos.  I am really being drawn into operatic goth metal.  I rarely like even most pieces by any  single group.  So finding works I like starts with finding the barebones of voice/band/lyrics, then sorting through what all is available.  I do like Florence and The Machine's lead singer and set up, but so much of her stuff is just too...girly.  No, that can be fine... if they offer some bones (songs) for the dogs (men).  I really like that song, for example.  But... most of her other stuff, so far... far too girly.  So far I'm not digging up any bones from her.  I have another dozen groups I am... slowly scrutinizing.  Too much too fast and, like wine sampling, you lose your... ear rather than nose in this case.  Of course, while searching I often stumble upon old tunes, remakes, and such.  It's been a pleasant little time.

Oh, but there is something to some girl music, sometimes.  Sometimes it can be... psychologically thrilling, like mental voyeurism, seeing into what makes them tick, remembering past loves and their quirks, and such.  If done well.  Uhm, and of course... despite women's promise to never love again, or never allow their hearts to be broken, or... whatever they promise?  I know their desire is stronger than their will so long as they are vibrant.  I enjoy seeing the female side of those lines.  And I love to laugh at the tragic comedy of boy meets girl.  Besides, a woman has a natural desire to have her heart broken once and for all times. Something no man can truly, save through being a party to it, do.  Not that well.  Not that true.  The beginning of all hope?  Surely.

Ah, yes.  Gaming?  That has been set aside.  To be honest, even that is too much "work" at this time.  Well, it eats too much time too.  Yeah, I might just be slipping by, but it is what I can do.  This will pass, or not.  I don't worry.  As I said, every day is a little gift, a giggle worthy surprise, and a joy.  If I don't always... quite put it that way.  Hush'm up.

Go, have yourselves a fine day.