Sunday and thoughts of time warps…

We haven’t had real rain in a while.  It looked like it was com­ing all day.  Woke up later, got cof­fee, had to run into work for a bit.  I was bummed at first but a lit­tle crêpe flip­ping is always good for me.  Clears my head.  Occa­sion­ally I don’t feel quite here.  Some­times my head gets crowded, not with any­thing bad, just crowded.  It makes me off, and dis­torts the way I see things.  I woke up that way this morn­ing.  Once I got home again after work it was fine, we sat on the bal­cony in the rain for a bit then just hung out inside doing noth­ing in par­tic­u­lar.  I was able to deter­mine what was throw­ing me, lots of talk about old jobs, changes in peo­ple, all sorts of stuff that had crept into my dreams a lit­tle.  We went to get some din­ner, stopped by Kowal­skis for malt stuff and are home again now. 
It’s been a quiet day, Sher­man and the kit­tens are asleep, obvi­ously all exhausted by a day of loung­ing.  I am not really a nap­per, never have been all that great at it although if the mood strikes so be it.  Sit­ting here with my thoughts I remem­bered last night a con­ver­sa­tion we had.  We found out a neigh­bor was mov­ing out.  I was sur­prised, as I thought he had only been here three months, Sher­man reminded me that he moved in at the same time as I had, not three months ago, but six.  Six months, six months that seem like for­ever and not.  It’s amaz­ing.  Six months seem like such a long time, how can it feel so short.  So much can hap­pen in six months, with jobs, homes, fam­ily, friends, love, how can all of that move so quickly.  Wrap­ping my head around my per­cep­tion of time is a chal­lenge.  All of the great things of feel­ing that it has been for­ever, but it mov­ing so fast it still seems fresh.  Life is good now.  Even on the wonky days, the crowded days, the ones where I feel quiet, it is still good.
So  now I sit here, look­ing at old blogs and pic­tures, try­ing to put time in order, next to the cats that used to be kit­tens, and the man who was just a friend that I now can’t imag­ine being away from and I think “Life is good”, in all of the impor­tant ways, mis­cel­la­neous junk aside, life is good and I am happy, even when I’m quiet, even when I’m off.
It is great to look back though, the old blogs, the pic­tures, the slideshows, and go I remem­ber, and am glad the impor­tant stuff hasn’t changed.