No studying today. Personal reasons — leave it at that.
Getting older has its challenges. The body doesn’t recover the way it did thirty years ago. But those years accumulate into something, if you’re paying attention. Wisdom, maybe. Or at least a more honest reckoning with limits.
Memento mori makes more sense now than it did when I was young. Not as morbidity — as clarity. We are not here forever. The time we have is the time we have.
Tomorrow: back to Browne, Lord willing.
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