One way journey into history
Six months have washed by, on their one way journey into history. The river of time flows inexorably, sometimes meandering placidly, often in full spate - turbulent and roiled by events. I find it usually manages both at once, which I dub the "slow/fast duality of time". In an "At-Risk" category, I've spent the majority of my time sheltering at home. The metronome of work still ticks and tocks, back and forth. Start work, finish work Start work, finish work Start work, finish work Start work, finish work Start work, finish work Weekend Weekend ... The days waltz by, working from home, with the odd day of annual leave to break the rhythm. It is all somewhat muted without the hurly burly of the commute and the hubbub of the office. The constraints on my activities external to the house seem to constrain me within the home. I'm oddly stilled. Held quiescent. Time slows. Blink. It has been 6 months. It went by in a flash. Where did the time go?