The days go by. Like water. No...not like water. And not just because everyone says that. But - honestly - partly because everyone says that.
But mostly because that's not how the days go by. Water flows. You can see it moving. You can see where it's coming from, and where it's going. My days just are, and then...aren't. One minute I'm digging through the fridge for leftovers to pack in my ladybug lunchbox, and next thing I know I'm waking up at 3:47 in the morning with a little foot in my face and something that feels suspiciously like an errant pacifier digging into my back.
I'm not complaining, really. It just throws me at times. I mean, if my life was going to hell in a handbasket, at least I would know where I was headed and how I was going to get there. These days, I feel like I'm treading water. Damn, there's a water reference again. What is it with me and water? I dream of water every night. Lots of water. Great expanses of shimmering, dark water, just close enough that I know it's there, and just far enough away that it's in the distance. Sometimes it pulls me, sometimes it just hovers on the edge of my consciousness...although I'm not really sure if you have a consciousness when you're dreaming. Can it hover on the edge of my unconsiousness? Can water really hover at all? I mean, doesn't that sort of go against the laws of physics? Water can do all sorts of things, but I don't think hovering is one of them.
Sigh. This post is a wash. Or maybe I'm just all wet.