Time Moves On
Those of us born into Western culture experience the passage of time as linear, and are comfortable saying "time moves on." I do know I have trouble conceiving of time as existing in any other configuration, Einstein (a Westerner remarkably free of Western ways of thinking) notwithstanding. So I say, time has moved on since I last posted. And then I say, "Have I?" The answer, sadly, is, "not much." My race is a week from yesterday. I haven't run since a week ago yesterday, having been stricken by consecutive viruses, which gleefully turned most of my normal body functions upside down and sideways. Well, I'm crying uncle and saying I'm through with being sick. So this morning I headed out the door for a wobbly 3.25. I'm in Westbrook, Connecticut, right now for the celebration of my mother-in-law's 90th birthday. Most days (including yesterday, when we all went to a 5-hour-long St. Paddy's Day party), she has more energy than I