I feel like the Big Bear. I even kind of look like a big bear, except
for the lack of fur and claws, and the wearing of the glasses thing.
Perhaps it is the Taurus influence, being strong like bull and just as
But I feel more like bear. Big and lumbering, sleeping in the winter.
Owoo. Sleepy. Nappin' would be good right about now, maybe in a hammock
outside. It's 72 and sunny down here, which is really really nice after
the winter blahs. It's a good time to be making with the changes that I
be making with.
There is no profundity here. There is only lame-duck syndrome, knowing I
will be gone soon and not really caring about the outcome. I'd like to
see it work, but I know that will truly be beyond my time here.
Sounds like death. And I suppose in a sense, it is. It is a transition
from one mode to another, from one place to another, from one time to
another. I have time to make my peace (and pack my shite) before I move
on, which is a kind of luxury.
The waiting is driving me nuts though.