daily moves so fast

and that may be why is so often failed along the way at doing what comes so naturally to me, babbling on in written words, that is, specifically, keeping up a consciously aware of reality daily blog like this might be... and that may be why the babbler comes along and takes over every time, cuz daily moves so fast...

and i really don't want to face the answer to the question who really has time to keep up with it? every day cuz the answer is nobody unless we actually live with each other in thereal space (as opposed the the ethereal space of the blog world or our hopes and dreams and imagination or spiritual awakenings even) and that, alas and alack, leaves thereal quite out on it's own most of the time, so...

i went over to let the babbler have some fun at the real, which has become the babblers place, even though behind the candoor was, after candora, after candor, after mostly dead, after a journal of sorts, after...

see what i mean? (is laughing at one's self selfish?)...

everything in it's place, the babbler in every place... and so, after that (babbling at the real), i nodded off right here in this chair (which is not actually the big green chair cuz i haven't even sat in the bog green chair here yet cuz i haven't even set up the big green chair here yet (how many weeks and still not moved in at all?) and then, hobbled off into bed and then, woke and limped back here and now, off to shower and start another day of number crunching and making everything look great in corporate reports and graphs and written words...

how was your night?... day?... few days?... weekend?... week?... month?... year?... life?... past life?... alternative life?... eternity?...

ah, time, the only thing that is constant, relatively speaking :)