My midlife crisis is, I guess, good for my physical health.
I ran a 6:28 mile on Sunday and did a one and a half off the diving board.
But still, the malaise of M's radiates and hums:
Mid-life
Marriage
Mental Health
Money
all under the umbrella of Mortality...and the fact that I'm finite.
I end.
I am bound.
Up in this world, with you people.
What would I do without you though?