May 28, 2004
Somewhere during a pause in the heavy rain activity, I realize that it is Memorial Day weekend and summer starts this weekend, unofficially. Time is indeed passing faster each and every year – it was March the last time I looked up. How does this happen? Where did the time go? Is this some warped evidence offered by the gods as proof of Einstein's theory of relativity? Or is this the by-product of wishing your life away, as in, "I wish it was Friday" on a regular basis? Can I get it back somehow, perhaps by repeatedly wishing it was yesterday?