It’s Friday, and I managed to dodge the strafing gunfire from the fighter jets flying low above the cityscape horizon, as I made my way into work this morning. The guy in the SUV in front of me, not so lucky, and only my keen driving skills kept me from colliding with the flaming heap …
It is Wednesday, one of those weekdays that started off the same as ever, feet to floor, then chore after chore, in my morning march to be out the front door, etc. Yet almost immediately, things began careening off the rails. By an hour into it, I was already running 20 minutes behind, increasingly addled, …
It is Thursday. And it is Friday. And it is Thursday. And it is Friday. So much confusion, with just the day alone! And so, the quest for enlightenment, today, as every day, but obviously even more fundamental in the midst of this workweek calendar conundrum. Thus, to the mental carnival of unquiet that is …