Can't see the wood for the trees

I'm having one of those 'is this it?' days. No, to be more accurate I am suffering the aftermath of one of Paul's 'is this it?' days.

As two, overly mature adults, we should know better than to drink more than three glasses of wine on a grey autumn evening after an 8-hour day stuck in front of the computer - a recipe for war if there ever was one.

Our books are not selling, our life is predictable for the foreseeable future, our money is disappearing like mist on a summer morning (a strange analogy but one that seems to work) and we can't see a way out.

But this is not the time - just before the big 50 (me) and the big 60 (Paul) - to be wasting time wondering if what we are doing is what we should be doing, because, quite brutally, we have not got the time. Or, as my father would have said: "We have made our bed and now we have to lie on it."

Perhaps Paul and I are just princesses suffering from the pea under the mattress syndrome, but whatever the cause, last night's booze confessions revealed just how painful it is and that something (something more effective than simply adding another mattress) has to be done. The only question is what?

Today's quote
The purpose of life is a life of purpose. Robert Byrne

Yeh, easy for you to say .....