The most alarming thing about the beginning of the week is not only that it's the beginning of a new week of class and lab and work, but that it's already the beginning of a new week. What happened to last week? We're already almost a month into the spring semester, and in a little over three weeks I'll be in Argentina. After which I'll wonder how a week in Argentina passed so quickly. At least during the weekend I'm expecting to feel cheated of time by Sunday evening. But on a Monday? I dread the drag of a full week. And yet somehow at the end of the long haul it feels somehow shorter. And once two weeks have gone by, that first week seems practically nonexistent. At this rate I'll be home before I know it. And then I'll be halfway through college. Now there's a scary thought. I'm going to stop typing now and go enjoy the time I have left. There's about two feet of snow on the ground, so my enjoyment is going to be limited to winter activities. Snowshoeing this weekend for sure.
And time is still marching on.
2 comments:
I was going to comment on how the clock hands march so fast it makes the wind blow, but it looks like you covered that with your tags.
You're older than you've ever been--and now you're even older.
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