I’ve probably said this before, late in January, but
where the Hell has January gone so fast? Normally, I find the post-Christmas
Winter months dragging along like a dead body being dragged through mud, but
now here we are, about to erupt into February, and I barely feel like the first
month has touched me at all. I shouldn’t complain really – every day that
passes pulls us closer to Spring – but I do worry that my life is passing by me
quicker than a cynophobic passes a dog show. It seems to have got worse after becoming a
parent. I guess I’m so engrossed in the day-to-day changes in Mathew’s personality,
and the day-to-day challenges of keeping him well, that I’m not paying
attention to the weeks and months, because I’m too busy keeping things in the
moment.
Probably better for me psychologically, so I hope it
goes on.
RC 31-1-20
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