Friday, March 09, 2007
No. It has not timed out, no matter what the powers that be might say, no matter how disjointed and fragmented the kaleidoscope seems to be. Thoughts are scattered, and feelings. But there is a rhyme and reason for all things, and time will tell what the pattern that the dregs of tea leaves in the bottom of the cup really means.
The cock may crow thrice, Atlas may shrug, the indecipherable handwriting on the wall may really bode doom this time, who the hell knows? But if, in spite of the best intentions, thoughts and deeds, you fall and are caught unawares when the shit hits the fan... then go shed the extraneous and the unnatural, and take a long, hot, fragrant bath.
And then try again.
Because the connection won't time out for too long if you really don't want it to. And if you don't let it.
[spewing, ranting just a teeny bit because my high-speed provider seems to be having PMS right now--it's been about a day-and-a-half now, actually--leaving me no choice but to use dial-up. Which is slower than how my brain cells work when it comes to trying to do math. Hence my almost maniacal state of mind, like a junkie going through withdrawal symptoms. But I'm thankful that I at least have a connection, though it isn't what I've (shamefacedly) become accustomed to.
Apologies, both for the cryptic post and for my (unwilling) absence. I will traipse once again through the blog world once things normalize. Right now, whatever Net access I'm privileged to have must be allocated for work. Which is fine, because I love my work. It's just that I miss reading your blogs so.]