So

One who was not familiar with me would think that with an entire day free I'd be able to get an entry written and posted early, but those who are familiar with me will know that one not familiar with me would be wrong. They would know that I am prone to procrastination, distraction, and unintentional naps. Today was fraught with all three. Now the moon has gone down and I have been out looking at Orion while my ears go numb from the chill and my best intentions have gone unaccomplished from morning till this late hour. In short, the last Sunday of the year has been a rather typical Sunday for me. The ends are as loose as untied shoelaces on which I trip.

At this point one not familiar with me might think I might make a resolution for the New Year to correct my behavior, but those who are familiar with me will know that those not familiar with me are to be disappointed. I make no resolutions I'm unlikely to keep, and thus I make no resolutions. Next year is apt to be the same as this year. That which has been is what shall be, as Thucydides might say, were Thucydides alive and prone to paying attention to my trivial maunderings. But even I pay little attention to those, so I'm quite sure he wouldn't.

Nevertheless, though Thucydides would not be a fan I feel obliged to write something down, regardless of its unimportence in the grander scheme of things. It will neither cause cities nor Internets to fall nor prevent them from falling, but this unimportance is what I call life, so here it is. Another day has passed and I've done nothing. What, you who are not familiar with me were expecting profundity? So sue me. I've wasted your time. Those familiar with me are unsurprised. They most likely have learned to use my posts as a soporific to help them get to sleep. There are worse things on the Internets. Learn to let it go. I have.


( Sunday Verse )