Time

An hour from now, I'll have a return engagement photoshoot with a fun model.

Four hours from now, I'll be heading back to the see-saw workplace where I never know if I'm in favor or not and am tiring of trying to find out.

12 hours from now I'll be dying of boredom and wishing to get the heck out of dodge.

48 hours from now it'll be Friday but I'll *still* have to go to work.

41 days from now I'll be doing a reading of some kind as part of a dedicated open mic experience for people who post on lincolnwriters.com.

42 days from now I'll be 37.

7 months from now I'll have been at this company for 5 years, if they don't fire me first or I don't find something better to do for my pay first.

30 years from now, theoretically, I'll be eligible for social security like my Dad just was. He and I had a protracted discussion about that topic three days ago.

With any luck, the world won't have completely gone to shite by then, and I'll feel better about it regardless. I could say the same about all the other intervals mentioned.

Namaste, brothers and sisters.