I've just been in a brain fog all week and I still have another day to go. I'm taking off early today and getting a badly needed haircut then I'm just going to vegetate for awhile. I've been thinking a lot lately how this may be the best time of my life and how surprised I am by that. I'm no spring chicken after all but I'm more comfortable in this wrinkled suit of skin than I ever was as my younger self. I love the fact that I have finally reached an age when the opinions of others is something I respect but don't necessarily feel obliged to care about. In other words they don't dictate what I do. I've always admired the confidence of others but now realize that they were sometimes just better at faking it than I was. E