reunions at the old folk's home

[fictional]

Part of me wants to say that to me, anniversaries (especially of this particular stripe) are close to meaningless, and I don't feel today anything that I wasn't feeling yesterday, or last week, or even probably tomorrow (though who knows?).

However, it is a gorgeous day out there - part of the reason I used to love September, aside from my birthday, and that is a little terrifying - that beautiful azure skies with the white puffy clouds at this time of year now signify disaster and catastrophe.

I have to say, I resent that.

And I also have to say, it's hard to believe sometimes that it's been five whole years since my childhood absolutely and irrevocably ended, but in the end, it's all I really feel free to comment on today.