Secret Pop

Sep 16, 2002

"That's the way it crumbles, cookie-wise."

A few weeks ago, I was experiencing premature anxiety about how everything would fit into this weekend. But then the landscape changed. Everything flattened out a bit, and voilĂ ! -- there was room for it all. I can still lay fair claim to a somewhat threadbare feeling in the aftermath. But there was so much in each day that I was challenged to keep track. And, for me, that's really saying something.

There is so much in each day. In many ways, it's just like old times. I can't mark the exact moment, but I have a memory of slowing down to enable speeding up. It's like handling a sharp turn. I prefer to keep the wheels from squealing. I prefer to harness momentum and keep inertia in check. I was a physics major once upon a time.

There is so much in these days. There's no time for second-guessing or hesitation or fear. No. Fear is a luxury. I'm trying to reign in my spending.

I've got a lot on my plate. And I've got a plate as big as China. You do the math.

P.S. I love it when new pants fit!

P.P.S. I don't love it when new t-shirts smell as if they have been stored in an airtight room with an open bottle of Elmer's Glue.

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