Somehow it feels like the first. October? The rest of my life? Recently, things started to move around again after a very long period of stillness. I was frozen in time and space. Marking time in a bucket full of glue. I'm breathing easier now. Not sure why,but I'm not asking too many questions about this particular gift horse. We'll go with the flow on this one. I accept my newly found freedom from emotional stasis and I will ride that horse into tomorrow next week, month, year. The first indeed. I think I really like these new beginnings.