Do you ever feel like time is going faster and faster the older you get? Do you remember when you couldn't wait until Tuesday because that was the day Grandpa's were going to arrive? Now a year goes by in the time between Sunday and Tuesday.
Think back - where were you a year ago today? It's the week before St. Patrick's Day. I had to take a deep dive into Facebook to recall - back when I posted something almost every day and my life truly was an open book (It still is. If people want to find out about me, they can regardless of what I post, and if they aren't interested it doesn't matter anyway. I never force anything on anyone. So there.). Last March I was in the throws of tax class - here's a post from March 24 that still makes me shudder:
I die a little inside every time I have to use the terms FMV, boot, §1244, §351, §267, attribution, BIL, E&P, nondisallowed loss, liquidation, subsidiary, constructive receipt, or pro rata in a text message. Thanks, Dr. Bob.
That was then - my Facebook posts are now approximately a month apart. This is a perfect example of how time has sped up by a multiple of 30. See?
It was a perfect weekend in the DC. I took the bike into Georgetown and rode the Capital Crescent loop with an extension to the White House and Mall – 23 miles total. A nice warm-up ride at an easy pace. I had no other obligations. The White House grounds are closed to tourists as a result of recent budget cuts. Here's a picture of the day and the bike and the fence - from as close as non-govvies can get to White House action.
I'm slowly acclimating to this new city. Ha, there I go again - I've already been here for almost a year. I'm a Stage 3 city dweller. Refer to my little infographic below.
Actually, I'm not in this city anymore. I'm somewhere – maybe Missouri or Oklahoma or Nebraska – in a state of perpetual sunset. I've been typing this in bursts between the coffee shop this morning, the airport sit today, and now the sunset flight. Did I mention that I like three-hour long sunsets? Does dementia start with a "d"?
Cue "I'll Follow The Sun." I'm going to Scottsdale and I'm happy.