If I were to go back to my high-school self, and say, “Dude, you’re going to be hit on, wanted because your brain and body are dead sexy to quite a few women, (good looking women to boot!) and will actually stress about which path to take with which woman,” I think my high school self would call me a moron. That is, after he stopped laughing his fool head off.

I am so glad that I know who I am right now. Back then, I had no idea. I spent most of my college life trying to figure that out. Who I am will shift, and change, but I am sure of myself as an individual and an entity. It’s really something that lets me sit down and laugh at the world like a crazy old man.

A week from today, I think I’m going to ask Them about my goal. I’ve never done that before. My life experience would tell me that it’s not whether or not I end up a grandfather, just take those bits of what I envision of BEING a grandfather, and make them part of me. I think I kind of already have. He already calls me Grandpa Skippy half of the time.

Draconis and Tiamat, guide me.