Happy Thanksgiving

jai guru deva om

The work week has always seemed to me to be the most accurate measure of the passage of time. Lately they seem to be flying by faster than ever, picking up speed. Emptiness kept at bay by medication. Thoughts meandering like a restless wind inside a letter box.
I took Thursday night off to go to the Patriots game and it was a great game but the Pats lost a heartbreaker. Friday night I went back to work and did exactly ten calls in nine hours and made exactly enough money to survive another week.
Tomorrow begins week number 2,619.