The Aborigines have a non-linear perspective on time: instead of hours marching past at their monotonous pace, time passes based on subjective human experience. Those periods when time just flew by while you went through your little routine unawares? Those periods were simply unsubstantial compared to a few moments of true excitement, emotion… experience. Life goes in fits and starts; why shouldn’t time?

I suppose I’ve been busy, but the days just melt away. A certain respect for time has been pounded into me that make sitting by complacently difficult, even when I want to give time wings. I’m afraid it won’t give them back.

It has been two weeks since I started my job for Fern Digital. I have been documenting use cases for their software. It’s only part-time, but the hours I spent at their home-based office seemed like eternity. Even taking an hour to go hiking around the nearby nature reserve wasn’t enough to keep me from feeling cramped and unhappy. Office work is just not for me; I need human interaction, sunlight, creativity! Now, lucky me, I can work at home, but even with the increased flexibility in my environment, my brain would not stop from slipping into a coma if I had to do this full time.

Meanwhile the household drama continues, lots of stress and emotion. Nothing we humans can’t handle, but stress kills faster than time. The crazy weather helps set the mood, changing one minute to the next. I wish it were warmer, but the thunderstorms are awe-inspiring.

These weeks are feeling like a long, deep sigh. I’m just waiting to breath out again.