blur
It's seems unthinkable now that I could have scarred myself in this way and yet it wasn't much more than a year ago.
Time is so relative. It doesn't seem like so very long ago that we all lived in our little yellow house where we never bothered to lock our door--it so delighted us to come home and find friends waiting for us inside--and last summer (2006) seems to have occurred in some other lifetime. Even this past summer has become a blur. Even some aspects of today have begun to fade as weariness sets in. Curling up under the covers would be oh so nice right about now, just resting.
I hibernated the other night. I chose rest over restlessness. How unlike me.