It perplexes me how as I keep getting older, the faster things go by. And the more things there seem to be coming from every which way, too. Caught in the blur, my dreams for clarity are the only thing to linger these days.
Wired at times, like this cheetah. And without the innards -- the heart and the other muscles -- to run with the horde, too, like this cheetah, with any thought of flight securely caged.
It’s been a week of long lists and rollercoaster learning curves. Projects started in tandem. Meanwhile, the sun has been out every day, getting warmer, teasing blossoms out of magnolias and cherry trees. We are awash in things that are budding. Spring in winter, probably to be followed by winter in spring. Who knows?
Meanwhile, my efforts to move the blog are grinding to a halt. Even as I am busy “decorating” the new blog space, which hasn’t gone public yet. In the grand scheme of things it makes no difference if this blog, like some of my other ones, also gets eaten up by the wayback machine. Nothing that precious here, nothing that engaging that deserves a claim to perpetuity, however fleeting the definitions of perpetuity these days may be.