Back In The Good Old Days…

If nowadays were like back in the good old days,  right now I’d be…

A. … sleeping. In the good old days, I could sleep in for however long I wanted after a fun night of partyin’ and hangin’ out and whatnot. My job didn’t start until the afternoon, and I’d just naturally wake up then. Back in the good old days.

B. … still working on my jetpack design. Because in the good old days, I hadn’t given up on it yet. I still thought general want and gumption, regardless of lack of funds, could beat out technical knowledge and dedication with a budget any day of the week. Sometimes the best thing about the good old days was ignorance.

C. … writing. Yeah, I’m writing now, too, but I mean writing something that would be read much more than this will. And something funnier, as back in the good old days, my funny bone was firmer, stronger, maybe girthier. Wait… that didn’t sound right. Or did it sound too right?

D. … getting brunch with friends. Just, you know, brunch. A good pancakey meal. Don’t do that much anymore. Just ate a granola cereal out of a cup because some dingus stole my bowl at work. I miss carefree brunching, money and calories and triglycerides be damned.

E. … sleeping. Seriously, I’d just like to be asleep right now. Because sleepytime is happy time.

Still, this is all rose colored glasses nonsense. It’s like what Yoda said about Luke, “All his life has he looked away… to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph.” Except maybe the back horizon, which is the past. Though I look to the horizon, too. Hm, is that applicable?

Hmph. Hmph indeed. Look, regardless of horizon or back horizon, I should be more mindful of where I am and what I am doing here and now.

And, with that in mind, I should dig out those jetpack schematics, because that might work with maybe a shinier, more art deco design and an extra fin…

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