“Yesterday was Tuesday, I think. That means it has to be Wednesday. Which means the day after will be Thursday, but if I close my eyes for a second it will be Tuesday again. Then Wednesday. Then the month will be over. Then the year.

Yesterday I was in high school. Now today I have 2 or 3 kids and they all look like me. They each have their own personalities, but are still young enough to see me as their father, a symbol, something above. But tomorrow they will be gone. Hardly a phone call. They will have their own lives.

Naturally, I want to slow things down a bit. But at the same time, it’s nice that things run on a thread. At least I’m not immortal. At least things don’t drag on and on. But I wish what little time I had had more meaning. I wish…