Well, like Joe Walsh sang back in nineteen seventy-eight, “Life’s Been Good” to me so far.
There are a few wee differences between the life Joe sings about and my life. Like, I don’t have fans writing me letters telling me I’m great. No gold records on the wall. No Maserati. But to give credit where it’s all due, Joe Walsh is eight years older than me. I still have time to catch him.
On the other hand, I haven’t experienced any of the devastation many people of the world have endured, I’m not starving, ill, or on the edge of desperation. My miseries fall into the category of first world blues.
Can you dig it?