Ticking...

The clocks continue to tick away time. Where does it go...into the empty zone? Ever lay down in a very quite space with silence other than a clock surrounding you? Sleep is in the distance, but the ticking of the clock keeps you just far enough away 'til you have to get up and move it. Who knows how long goes by, but eventually sleep overcomes.

The morning arrives, wet and dark with the birds in full form. The specialty of the day is the three quarters moon the is incredibly striking in the sky above. Reflecting upon the puddles in the street as it shines a white glow across the empty yards.

Wednesday...wow, time is slipping away. Coming home early every day and doing nothing other than resting has made the week go by way to quickly. My desk is weighted down from my daily adventures. I think we will call this week awash and do what one can daily just to get by.

Health is much more important than ones inbox of projects. So I prepare yet for another short day as to not overdue the road to recovery. Odd, this seems to have lasted much longer than necessary, wonder how one could have thrown it quicker? More sleep would have helped, but alas that damn ticking.

May this day bring forth more Peace.