The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Monday, November 23, 2009

No rest for the wicked

I'm in this really expansive, reflective, pensive, talkative mood, and the whole fucking day is packed.

I've got two meetings, a chiropractor appt, 6 hrs at the grocery, and three hrs of teaching. How I managed to schedule all this I'll never know.

Alas there it is.

I want to do a post about loss, and people who cost us heavily just to let them pass through our lives, and about thanks and all the things I have to be thankful for right now, and about possibilities, and new beginnings.

I hope I don't forget it all by the time I have the chance to do it tomorrow.

I'm off to try to conquer this stupid schedule I made.

And so it goes:

These guys are only kinda hot, but the picture is titled "those were the days" and I couldn't resist cause even if they weren't on days like today I'm sure they were.
Love

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