Crap! Tomorrow is back to work. I had a week off. Nine lovely days of not setting the alarm. When I left work on July 2nd, the time off seemed infinite--like a kid on the last day of school in June. By the end of the day on July 5th a shudder of reality had hit me--my vacation is finite, only 4 days left, plus the weekend.
Today I heard the wheezing of a cicada up in my walnut tree--a bit early. How appropriate, as a kid I hated that sound. September is coming! To this day, I still hate the sight of goldenrod (thinking of those stupid ruled tablets that created so much anguish) and the ads in the Sunday paper featuring an apple and a junky little black board with a chalked alphabet and always one letter written backwards...screaming BACK TO SCHOOL.
And so it is today, tomorrow is back to work. How damned, so damned finite! Indeed, how finite is this life through which I am forced to navigate.