Still Locked Up In Lockdown

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July 23, 2021

They all run together!  I’m not talking about the deer in my forest.  The days of the week and the numbers they carry with them.  A herd of days.  Or would it be a gaggle of moments?  I never hear anyone getting excited about it being Friday.  Backyard BBQ’s are anytime and anyplace just bring your own brand of beer.  The Covid lockdown erased the lines that separated the days of the week.  I have to look at my Google calendar to remind myself that wow it really is a Friday!  I feel like a Rock star that’s been on the road for a billion days.  They have no clue where they are.  Oh sure, slowing down might lift the daily lines.  Why stop when getting ahead is the post Covid 19 adventure?  I do and always have worked seven days a week.  I blame this lifestyle on my parents.  They pushed their lives into overdrive until they couldn’t do it any more in their mid-80s.  My Grandfather helped build the infamous Bozeman tunnel that moves through the great Rocky Mountains.  My father built our home in Billings, Montana.  I didn’t get a single one of those genes.  My fuel has always been spirituality and the winds that carry the stories.  Part of living in the Now is doing it right Now.  Setting things aside serves as a seed for another day and quite possibly a different decade.  When people ask me about my age I tell them.  Then it’s followed by, “I think.”  The days.  They all run together.