time

After experiencing waves of sadness last night, today seemed very normal. Midday I was feeling some sense of, "Wow, I'm really getting through this thing finally", when I realized that it had scarcely been 12 hours since I had been perusing the pharmaceutical websites to consider if I may need their help.

Minutes go by like hours, and days pass like months. A strange sort of time warp for sure. Probably evidence of the emotional roller coaster I am presently riding.

15 years ago I lived in a really rainy region of the country. Most days were gray with at least some precipitation. Often there was an all out downpour. When the sun actually showed up, people came out in droves to soak it up. All too soon the sun would be drowned out--literally--by more gray and soggy weather, and we'd be telling fond stories of the good ol' days when the sun shined for 8 solid hours. Within a half hour of the clouds rolling in, it already felt like ages since the sun had been there.

I'm living in that time warp. (and I need to find a different analogy-the storm/weather stuff is getting old)