the day that counts up its birds never gets the answer right.
I know. I know. it doesn’t make sense. that is the kind of week I have had. lots of things going on. too many things to think about. too much to deal with. conflict. decisions. short conversations. long interviews. happy. sad. resolved and not-so-much.
I am ready for this month to end. but then it’s July. and the year is half over. and I wonder where the time has gone. what has happened to all those things that took so much time. thought. agnst. worry. joy. some still linger. some best forgotten. some just remain.