My anxiety remains unnamable and unassuaged. Perhaps it is a permanent condition. Everything seems about to fall apart, the old, stable world come undone. My world. I try be stoic, but I am out of practice. Things seemed to be going so well for so long.
My secretary just texted to inform me of an 8:00 meeting that I forgot about and will not make. Just what I needed to assuage my discomfort.
Perhaps it is not the world. Perhaps it is I. I've enjoyed myself too much, and as Hemingway said, the bill always comes.
"How'd you go broke?"
"Two ways. First slowly, then quickly."
It is just a matter of getting your money's worth.