I'm still here. ..

I've been meaning to write, honestly I have. But I've been chilling watching Film after film, playing video games and reading. With Xmas close, I've enjoyed the build up to it without any pressure. 

My gym visits have slipped to the point where tonight has been like a refresher course due to injury outside of the gym. I just have to sleep funny on my shoulder and I'm fucked. I'm too old to get muscly or at least my body is. 

I don't truly believe that. 

I'm happy still, and that remains a surprise. My son is still all I am. He returns my love and fills my cups so that I need nothing else to be in charge of my demons. 

I'll try write again in a better time of day. Good night.