Tuesday, July 28, 2009

A far more riveting headline–God, Guns, and the Time-Space Continuum–awaits us in Thursday’s post, but tonight will be a lot mellower, since at this hour I’m basically being powered by some rum-heavy mojito. This month was packed and, with one particularly hectic chapter concluding earlier this evening, it’s mostly behind me now. And as I drove back home, midnight right around the corner, prodigious drops of rain pounding the windshield, it clearly felt like the slate was being cleaned: new day minutes away and the horizon before me thoroughly washed, like a primordial reset.

But then I realized that nothing’s truly ended per se. It’s not like I can nap for the rest of the quarter. Tomorrow will probably be just as busy, albeit a different kind of busyness, and this realization was comforting because it means I didn’t plan that far in advance. Certainly I appreciate plans. Really I gravitate toward the short-term variety, though, and seldom do I think more than a few weeks out. This is how people normally function, right? You won’t find any five-year plans here. In fact, my five-year plan is to never have a five-year plan.

Three days left in the month. I’m tired, yet I’m also renewed. It feels like the capacity to get stuff done has increased, and that’s got to count for something. What’s going to happen in August? Who knows? But here I am–one dash and a dot away from the next step.