Today is one of those days that lives right here between the books, between rain, between the loads of laundry, between cigarettes, between the getting my game on for Monday morning in the traffic infested thunderstorm, between arriving soaking wet to a cluttered desk full of ghosts from last week still unresolved, with issues that bore me and still just waiting and between me and my immersion in rural mindset that balances like a fine time piece, embraces with it's solitude and shields from a world cold and violent and between meals I languish here undisturbed between the days.
The air is squeaking sweetrinsed clean, it's rowdier zephyrs corralled bedded down for the night still stirring a leaf there and daylight's rheostat angling down, gravitationally challenged. TV off I resting. This the best of times of all if at all is being one of these days to relish because a little relish goes a long ways in these the best of times of all.
The depth of my resolve to finish an otherwise unremarkable career is increasing quickly. It's become a jumping from way high; no turning back. I can see the end and wonder what beginning I face as the future looms at high speed causing me Doppler effected shift excitations but the question still remaining though, is it doable can I both retire and remain too happy too at the same time in a redundant sorta way too (?)
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