Writing an email to a friend, a creator, an old time school mate. I am not sure what to call it. Writing about how December has a way of running away from us. We think we have that one last month to cross all the t’s and dot all the I’s, but it will be gone before we know it. I suppose everything will be gone before we know it. That’s morbid. Grad school is almost fully applied to, my record is almost finished (being written), and I have collected more serving jobs for the holidays than I can deal with. I need money and I need sanity and they both feel like a hail mary to no one in the en-zone. Someone has been looking at our home, they want to buy it. This will also mean moving sooner than I had hoped. I hope this doesn’t sound like I am complaining because these are all burdens I am more than happy to carry. Ah, the wonderful burden of progress.
I read in your horoscope today that: continents separate and collide creating new formations- it’s just what they do.