They say that your senses heighten just before a momentous event. Like Death.
Nearly 52 now, I don't (yet) wear glasses or lenses, can look at a monitor all day and can count the windows on distant buildings.
Burbling through suburbia this morning, the view from the train window seemed razor-focussed, even for my eyes. Perhaps it's just clear, clean air, after the snow.
And, suddenly, it's daylight when I leave for the station.
But even Rod's band seemed ultra-fi through the earphones this morning?
* checks pulse * Yep, still here.
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:47 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
