The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure very much.My father died suddenly on the 13th of March, and my family and I went to the USA to deal with the funeral and family matters.
—William Hazlitt
The truth is I have been and still am pretty much out of it. The other day for about 15 minutes straight, I found myself in a panic; I could no longer tell time on an analog watchface, and was even having trouble parsing the meaning of a 24-hour displayed time. Am I late? Am I on time?; it was strange and disorienting. Last night I found myself unable to move for about ½-an-hour, until finally I felt some weight lift from my neck and shoulders. Grief manifests in very strange ways, and I am just trying to ride it out right now.
(Many of you will notice that a lot of posts have gone up at once. I managed to edit a backlog over the weekend, and have just run through a rash of publishing button mashing. )
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