I seldom post, and comment even less. So I expect few responses.
But if you stumble upon this, you may know someon in my predicament, though they mightn't admit to it.
Like Kansas City in baseball, it's August in my life, There's no playoffs beckoning. Nothing in my 4th quarter, to mix metaphors, holds appeal. My progeny, if any, have kept their counsel, and so have their motthers.
I'm not suicidal. But should the end come sooner rather than later, I've no complaint. I've made my rounds; not as much as I might have hoped for, but much more than I expected.
So what's the point of the 4th quarter? I can understand if you have kids or a spouse. I have neither.
So the rapture hasn't taken me. But something else might as well before long. Is there some greater point I'm missing?
Off now for days days of oblivion, I hope.