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December 11, 2001
Three months. There are days when it all seems so much further in the past, but on other days, it hardly seems as though a week has passed.

The Zen introspection I wore like a cloak for the last two months has vanished. Perhaps it is merely the accumulation of deadlines, such as they are, that has prodded me to a more active and practical state. I do miss it, though, finding the point of wonder in a day's otherwise mundane events. Perhaps the problem is that I didn't have a moment of wonder today. That would be a pity.