Sunday, July 31, 2022

RC and 27

I didn't feel like coffee this morning.  Instead, a chilled RC cola occupies the coaster on the coffee table.  RC finds it's flavor somewhere between the spice of a Dr. Pepper and syrupy sweetness of Coke and Pepsi.  There's also an element of nostalgia.

Someone on the television just mentioned a member of the 27 club.  Everyone makes a big deal about those who pass while they're young, never unlocking their full potential.  "They died too young."

I'd argue we all die too young.  Compared to the age of the universe, we essentially die in utero.  Even those who've lived a century haven't seen a blink in the eye of eternity.

Sunday spreads out before me.  I'll be as passive as possible.  Time to stretch and see what she's got going on.