When the mailman rings your door and hands you a box with vitamins and ulcer medicine and you feel all happy and like your day is going right - you might just also feel old for a bit.

Or at least I did.

I mean, it isn’t the sort of thing I used to wait around for, ya know? And now that I’ve had breakfast (vitamin, prilosec, red bull) and written a bunch I have to get dressed and go do some chores outside. Then get back to more writing. And one day I’ll be able to discuss at least one of the many secret projects I am working on.