Way up high

In the trees

I don't really need a goal in life. I just need to breathe the air and keep moving.

The dreams were all of high mountains, snowdrifts, speed, adrenalin. The mountain dreams didn't start until I came back to Sydney. And then I was right back there all over again just like that.

Alcohol, caffeine, antidepressants, painkillers. Caffeine, alcohol, painkillers, antidepressants. Painkillers, antidepressants, alcohol, caffeine. Alcohol, caffeine. Antidepressants. Painkillers.

Just finished reading a biography of Howard Hughes. Seems the poor old fellow was a bit misguided, thinking that the microbes are our enemy. We can't live without them, they are everywhere in every living environment, within us and without. Someone really didn't like himself very much.

Life may not begin at 40 but anything that comes after that is a bonus. It's right foot down on the accelerator, full speed ahead into the dust.