Repetitive Rory

I know I have some weird little foibles and things, but I think it’s good that I’m self-aware enough to recognise them and be able to point them out when they’re happening and hopefully then address them. I also know (as part of that same thing) that I tend to fall back on the same old topics over and over again and write the same things about them without ever really reaching a conclusion or finding a way to deal with them.
For a few examples: SAD, work, Philippa, parenthood, modern TV.
And, of course, the passing of time.
As I’ve got older I’ve noticed more and more often how quickly time seems to rocket by, and become more obsessed with it. So what this big introduction has been about, and what it’s building up to, is me yet again writing about how fast the weeks go by nowadays (if that’s not an oxymoron of some kind)
You’ve been warned it’s coming, so here it is:
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT’S THE 12th OF OCTOBER ALREADY?????
We’re under three weeks away from Hallowe’en, less than a month away from Bonfire Night, seven weeks from Advent, ten weeks from the shortest day, eleven weeks from Christmas, twelve weeks from 2018, and nearly three-quarters of the way back round to my birthday.
Next thing you know I’ll be dead.

RC 12-10-17