Some days, when I'm listening to folks still enamoured by the story of themselves, I also hear the silence of my own.

It's a tough gig sometimes, keeping that story going. I had *such* plans as a kipper. I propelled myself forward into new adventures on *such* drive even amid hardships later on.

Then there are days when one knows one has to keep the story going, but it just feels utterly played out.

On those days, I take the grouchy old man in me out for a walk.

It's a nice day for a walk.