sonora2sonoma

When did the term “Thank God it’s Friday” become “I can’t believe it’s Friday already?” Since we entered the “shelter in place” phase of our existence, time seems to have speeded up practically exponentially. I would have thought, with less places to go and fewer things to do, that time would have slowed down in the new paradigm, not accelerated the way it has. But no, the days now race by as if they were engaged in a contest to see which one can beat the others to the finish line. Daily routines have now become almost automatic, thanks to their accelerated repetitiveness. Mornings now slide stealthily and silently into afternoons with nary a notice while evenings arrive seemingly shortly after lunchtime.  At this rate, I might be called to that great roundup in the sky much sooner than I had anticipated, if not in real time, at least in perceived time, given the rate at which things are moving these days. If only trump’s remaining time in office could be similarly shortened, the abbreviation of existence afforded by this turn of events would have a decidedly rosier shine to it. Always look on the bright side, I say.

Tim Konrad

2020.06.05