Somehow it’s Friday and nearly the end of July and like the end of most months lately, I find myself wondering how. It was June five minutes ago.
Wasn’t it June five minutes ago?
I slept weirdly last night, and not well, waking up from dreams within dreams. Actually waking up was disorienting, as though it took a little while to be sure that this too was not a dream.
Though if this is a dream, at least it has coffee.
It’s as drifting as a dream, though, I’ve started and flittered away from this post countless times during the writing, short as it is.
So perhaps I should take my own hint.
I shall call it a day and a week and a month.
See you in August. Which, shockingly is Monday. Have a lovely Friday and a great weekend in the meanwhile.