I've been depressed lately. Probably has something to do with the continuing theme of my life. Too much laundry, not enough time. Too many papers to grade, not enough time. I'm thinking about how to make time a friend, rather than an enemy. But that image doesn't really work, because time is more like...
Time is more like God. It just is. It just exists. It is constant. Always present. Both indifferent and wonderfully giving.
A. needs to have a bath and hair washed. But it is an accomplishment to return to this blog.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
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