A man named Israel keeps calling my house asking for Dan. He leaves voice mail on my machine in a hurried, nervous voice. Yesterday someone called my cell phone and left an angry voice mail in a different language. I'm terribly popular with strangers these days.
Yesterday wasn't a walk in the park, but it wasn't a walk in a stinky alley, either. And today has felt very fluid, with time flowing in such a way that five minutes and an hour seem the same. Occasionally I feel like I'm floating through the week. Whether this is a result of odd sleeping patterns or getting mellow in my old age, I cannot decide.
Yesterday wasn't a walk in the park, but it wasn't a walk in a stinky alley, either. And today has felt very fluid, with time flowing in such a way that five minutes and an hour seem the same. Occasionally I feel like I'm floating through the week. Whether this is a result of odd sleeping patterns or getting mellow in my old age, I cannot decide.
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