Time is doing its thing again. going over the speed limit, snorting cocaine, pretending to be a sprinter. The prom and huge town prom party, the graduation and company and celebrations, are done. The boy has graduated and is already busy coaching basketball (and being exhausted from doing it, I might add). The sun is out and the world is carrying on as normal.

How is it that eventful moments, once they have done their dance, just morph into the everyday? How is it that a rock your world moment can pass, and blend into all the other days with such ease?  Everything about the past few weeks went perfectly. Better than I could have imagined, and yet, today, I feel as though none of it really happened.

I get this same feeling when someone dies. The world should have the respect of standing still for at least one day. People should freeze in their tracks. The spinning of the planet should cease. HA–as if. A group of people stop for a bit, and cry and contemplate, but the rest of life simply keeps churning out its required reading.

Anyway, while the last month was an emotional fireworks show, and a huge amount of physical labor, I’m grateful it all went as planned, better than as planned. The bridge into the regular world is coming closer to my door, and I’ll step on, just as soon as I can stop being tired.