The White Peril 白禍

Hi, everyone. Remember me?

March wiped the floor with this bitch.

It wasn't bad, mind--there was a lot to accomplish, and it all got done--just intense. Last night I came home and realized that, for the first time in, like, ever, my head wasn't buzzing with 5000 things that had to be done TOMORROW OR ELSE. And I got into bed and talked to Atsushi when he called and read my book for a while (actually paying attention to it) and then went to sleep without once jumping up for my datebook to scrawl in something I'd forgotten.

Of course, I actually did have to do 5000 things today--I just wasn't anxious about them ahead of time. Now that the month is REALLY over, I need to do a punishing workout or something. But I can't because I got up early and worked out this morning. So I think it's a long walk up Meiji Avenue. Despite the pointlessness of the new subway line, I like the construction sites.

I have no objections to getting older--I've frequently been told numerous times that my level of crotchetiness will take me a good twenty years to grow into, and I find people get more interesting as they age, anyway. So turning thirty-four the other week didn't bother me at all.

It's funny what makes the passage of time hit you, though. Today is my father's and brother's birthday. My little brother is twenty-eight, which means I appear to have been distracted since a few moments ago when he was in his bassinet (home birth--it was the 70s) and I was reading him his first story.

Also, Dad is fifty-five, and for some weird reason I don't pretend to understand, having two parents who are now the conventional retirement age makes me feel kinda near the crest of the hill, if you know what I mean.

I may have to scale back tomorrow's workout from the usual. Wouldn't want to break my hip, or anything.

Anyway, happy birthday, guys.