growing...*older*...part deux...

     The circles round the sun grow faster and faster. Turns out you're better off not clinging to anything, while paying closer attention to everything.      
     Appetites change. Some grow stronger, some weaken, and some remain the same while their objects change. I'm still looking for new music, poetry, and art. It rarely happens that I find what I'm looking for.      
     Time is more and more immediate, nothing stunning about that. I care less and less for arguments, battles over dogmas and doctrines I've long ago either accepted or rejected, and what we used to call 'flame wars' online.      
     I read as much, if not more, with - one hopes - more discrimination. I just don't care to waste time on endless prattle.
     There is, for now, health and home and marriage and poetry. I have come close to losing each of those in the past couple of years, so I want to pay closer attention to them. That I can't hold on to them, or anything, is becoming more and more clear with each of these ever faster, sometimes dizzying circles round the sun.

growing...*older*...

It's come to this - I am content with yogurt and fruit. In fact, I find this repast delightful. 

not dead yet...

     So this is what the offices look like after long months of neglect. You would think I'd clock this by now, but no no no it has to be learned again and again and again.      Oddly, I'm not on the road. Been home since mid-Decemberish. It was an interesting year or so, and one day I'll try to make sense of it, but for now it's good to be home. It's in that spirit that I returned to the ER offices to find that a pipe had burst some time ago. Fortunately, everything floats around here.      Hey ho, so it goes, etcetera and suchlikethatthere. Where to start with the renovations I wonder. I never did like the carpet, or the tile in the bathroom.