Like we're running out of time

I always used to feel that holiday weekends pass by too quickly. And when July 4 rolled around, I always lamented the speed of summer’s passage. Halfway over, I would think--where has the summer gone?

But It’s day 3 of the Independence Day holiday weekend and it seems that this weekend started weeks ago, and it feels like this summer will never end. We’ve come to a sad pass when I of all people am ready for summer to end.

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I watched Hamilton last night and it lived up to the hype times ten. I’m no fan of musical theater, but Hamilton is magnificent. And Elizabeth has survived smallpox and is still managing to withstand pressure to marry. It is strangely reassuring to read about the 16th century and the periodic summer outbreaks of disease that would suspend festivals and gatherings and postpone the Queen’s summer progress. We’re not the only ones, right? But of course in the intervening 500 years, we should have learned enough to know better. Still, it’s reassuring to know that life eventually returned to normal or whatever passed for normal in Tudor England. Like we’re so much more advanced now. Ha.

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Why do I write like I’m running out of time? Day and night like I’m running out of time. Hamilton is in my head now. It’s Monday morning and I might work today or I might not. I don’t have to work day and night like I’m running out of time. We’re all running out of time. I’m not sorry that the holiday weekend is over but I’m sorry that I have to return to the year 2020. But it’s halfway over now, and maybe 2021 will be better. I don’t want to say that it can only go up from here because that would be tempting fate. But I’m optimistic, or at least hopeful. Those are two very different things. I’m going to work for a little while. I have things to accomplish and I’m running out of time. We’re all running out of time.