Another week is flying past, and Thursday is already upon us. It does seem that the more tightly packed one's calendar the faster the week moves. Quite possibly there is a physical force at work in this. Maybe a tightly packed schedule is physically denser than one which has more open time in it. As such, it might generate a stronger gravitational force, pulling time past with greater speed. An Event Density Gravitational Time Warp. It's a working theory.
The rain is back. Yesterday was a glorious burst of warm and blue-sky sunshine that felt like it would finally go on forever. Today is grey and pissing clouds. Edna St. Vincent Millay says of April, in her poem Spring, "April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers." This year, so does May, if babbling is as-in-brook here, rather than chatter.
This morning's soundtrack was another winner. A really nicely blended set of very different tunes:
- Pink Martini: Una Notte a Napoli
- Gary Louris & Mark Olson: Cotton Dress
- The Weepies: Not Your Year
- The Connells: Waiting My Turn
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