Walking up the street. Late. Trying to catch up with myself; with my notion of when I should be in the office. Nothing will happen if I’m not there on time. Yet I’m already planning for the next day, setting up my objectives to do better. We spend all day playing with time, making it pass faster when we are bored, running to get back what we lost of it when we are late. There’s no time. Yesterday has been interpreted already in something it wasn’t, Now is over and Tomorrow will always be there setting up the tone for your actions until it’s not. Make of it what you want.
Day 100 #100happydays: Capture. Write. Publish.
I can't leave it at 59,586 words, can I?!
An update on Aubrey and Daddy - a Hi success story perhaps?
Day 94 #100happydays: Men at work
Day 93 #100happydays: Final week
I will miss the elegance of this place
Day 92 #100happydays: Shiny
Day 89 #100happydays: Fast cars
Day 88 #100happydays: Brambling