Neptune, Titan, stars can frighten.

And the seventh brings return...

At work today nothing happened. Or maybe it did, but I wouldn't know about it since I wasn't there. I was here, home at the Nunnery, doing stuff.

Why wasn't I at work? Because did you ever have one of those days where it hits you how little time we all have, and how precious and fleeting everything is, and how we all need to stop and smell stuff before it's allofasudden too late and we wake up in a bed in some room somewhere hooked up to a machine that goes "ping!" while trying to keep our bodies alive?

Yeah me neither, but I thought if I stayed home from work today I might've done. And I think I sorta got close at one point but I don't know, I guess I'll keep you posted.

So I had breakfast at the Carroll Street and began reading a novel lent to me by markandwanda, which I'm enjoying so far, The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. The post-apocalyptic setting and sober tone are affecting (though so far, not affected) and feel as though painted with a brush that lays comfortable in the hand.