Good morning. I type this at 6:15 AM. It's 20 degrees out there. The sky gray when I looked out the window. I think the moon is still up.
I have to be headed down the road by 6:40 to make it to work on time. My last day of delivery, then 2 days off.
I am looking forward to it. The days of delivery are dark to dark as the days get darker. Two weeks from now will be our shortest day of the year. I remember feeling this way last year. Gotta get through it. Just get through it.
This is no way to live of course. But that's a conversation for another time. I was just reading "Time and The Soul." He was talking about how time escapes us faster the more we lie to ourselves.
I work with a woman. She's well into her 60's. I don't know how she does the job sometimes. Sometimes we will look at each surrounded by Amazon packages with no space, laugh, and say, "it's all lies."
I gotta go to work. I hope you have a great day.
Morning Fire 56
12.6.25
