Recently been caught up with work and time has become a blur. I know its November, but November means nothing. Just another month. With datelines.
My life is arranged in weeks. What code must be written today. What tests must be completed by the end of the week. What stories must be completed in this weekly iteration.
How did it come to this?
It used to be when at month came I knew what it meant. Someone close, someone I cared for was born in this month some many years ago. And it was time to prepare something, to remind that person that he or she matters, and I’m grateful for the friendship.
I’m forgetting. Something.
I can’t remember what it was.