This week got away from me, but then, over the past year I’ve run up face to face with the artificiality of time. How is Monday intrinsically different from Thursday or Friday?
Even when I was “jobless” back in 2010-2012 I was in grad school with a structure of class times and deadlines. Not so much anymore. While work these days still has an ebb and flow that marks the turning of the semester, the weeks themselves change as subtly as spring does to summer, which is to say, noticeable mostly in retrospect.
So it’s Friday, and I mark it on the calendar as “10 days past Keely’s surgery.” Once we are at two weeks she can have cronchy treats again, which she is looking forward to without even knowing it (she is convinced that my cruel withholding of treats is unending and unjust, but you know: dogs live in the eternal now.)
It is still winter, anyway, which is obvious at 6:30 am. It’s still mostly dark and the trees are mostly stripped of foliage (not all, obviously, as this is Florida) and the atmosphere is mostly gray.
This photo has a bit of editing behind it, done mostly because my phone camera is determined to make everything as bright as possible even when, to the naked eye, it is not. So this is nothing like the original photo and yet very much like how it actually appeared looking out over the pond.
Ahhh, I love winter!
Which feels odd to say as Texas continues its winter-fueled death march to dystopia. I feel so terrible for the people being affected, yet I know this is part of an ongoing climate crisis that our government (fed and state levels) is barely addressing so it’s just another notch on the belt of time.
In better news, my headache has finally let up. I took some Benadryl last night along with more ibuprofen, vitD, and magnesium. That might be my ongoing routine for a few days just to ward off the pain, which was starting to get to the point of incapacitating. Glad to be released from the vice grip for a little while.