Well now. It would seem, on careful consultation of the date of my last My Mystic Me post, that the last time I was moved to share my miserable mug with you was approximately two years and seven months ago, on the 22nd of December, 2013 to be precise.
Wow. Doesn't time fly when you're not doing much of anything? That's gotta stop, and stuff's gotta start, and they starts here, mark my merry words.
I'm on a roll. That must be what 50 years on the planet does to you. The mid-life crisis, which in France is supposed to happen in your 40s, seems to have passed me blissfully by. Either that, or I was so crisis-ridden already that I didn't notice any different.
So let's get this show back on the road with one of the lights of my life, a certain young man who bears strikingly similar, well, pullovers to me.