Past noon Luti, shunpike mentality put aside. Drying after last night's rain, a few bright holes, patches of blue and right amount of bracing air. Still a SloGo - w/o Diane, even. Do get bored from repetition: made a few changes...grassy hypotenuse for two hardtop legs & later cut thru CHS athletic fields, rewarded with several hundred meters of very wet grass/running shoes & socks, the latter for the rest of the rather short pm. On SPS campus, saw all of three people, 2 were kids playing hockey in the drive. Strong is the 'go home for Christmas' impetus at such a private place tho' many families live on campus.
Another Friday: Friday has come fast the past three Fridays - it's Monday, then with breathtaking rapidity, it's Friday. It's Friday, then with even more breathtaking rapidity, it's Monday. Time's shifting perceptions, dysthymic cycling afoot? - who knows. One knows time is getting short! unless we are blithering about Geologic Time...now that's something worthy of caps.
Life can't be all bad. There's a box of Barnum's animal crackers on my desk. Beth buys these periodically for me when she's feeling positive about me. So this Friday, things are good, I guess. Animal crackers and Captain Crunch...indications of never having grown up. PB created a ruckus last winter with mention of the latter...a ruckus that went on nonstop for some 100 days - and only recently subsiding. That Bricker, at least this time it's ping pong...bong!...table tennis.
Any manner, shape or form: "TGIF" (and the eve of Christmas Eve points out Beth). With retirement, every day will be "ANOTHER". Been there before, still raced around like a headless chicken.
Mocha: "Are you nuts?"