Vintage Slice 22
July 17, 2012
Four Days and Four Hours and Thirty-Four Minutes
Anyone who knows me knows I don’t count days. As I go about my routine time gets lost. Right now, in fact, I’m not sure if today is the 12th or the 17th or maybe the 20th. It is worse during the summer, but even during the school year, I find myself estimating the date on notebook entries. I look at the highlighted square on my calendar, check for the day’s events and completely miss noticing the date. I’m not sure how many years I’ve been blogging. I don’t know the exact day my grandfather died. Birthdays escape me.
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