Perhaps I'm starting to feel that sort of anticipation, but I have to say that I enjoy life more and more, have no aches or pains, and enjoy such pointless things as blogging, watching my plants and trees grow, eating and drinking, kissing dogs, and communicating by e-mail with such lovely people as your good self.
As it is also for those of us who expect to return to Nothingness...
ReplyDeleteHow can one be in a state of suspended anticipation of nothing ? there is nothing to anticipate - except nothingness...
ReplyDeleteWhich is precisely what we are anticipating!
ReplyDeleteIn much the same way that one can deliciously anticipate sleep of an evening.
ReplyDeletePerhaps I'm starting to feel that sort of anticipation, but I have to say that I enjoy life more and more, have no aches or pains, and enjoy such pointless things as blogging, watching my plants and trees grow, eating and drinking, kissing dogs, and communicating by e-mail with such lovely people as your good self.
ReplyDeleteEver your humble and disobedient servant...
Well, maybe you're enjoying it more because you know (fibgers crossed) that the worst is over?
ReplyDeleteOh, who knows ? I could have a stroke or heart-attack anytime and be left unable to perform my big-plastic-bag-and-temazepam suicide.
ReplyDeleteOr a Drone might single me out for a hideous, slow death...
"...plans of mice and men gang oft agley."