Time Like a Dream
When I began writing a few weeks ago, I was sure I will be writing once a week. Alas, it is not happening. And, most probably, will not be happening. And then, you sit down, you write. You click save. You click publish. You take a look at how the published page looks, and all it shows is an empty space. And you wonder in what dimension your entry was published on the interweb. Because you are convinced it is somewhere "out there", even though you cannot find it. Try again. Writing, not finding. Preview after saving before publishing next time. This time, there will be no pictures to accompany the post. Photographing the time only with our memory, and that fades - sometimes faster, sometimes slower, but always fades. 5:45 am Get up, get ready, go to the kitchen, start serving breakfast. Eat breakfast. Make sure all tables always have everything needed. Keep that up until all that have prepaid had their fill. 8:00 am Clean up the comedor and the kitchen.
