Thursday, November 17, 2005
Thursday Nov. 17, 2005 - Year 3, Day 242 - blur
I sang most of my Toastmasters speech last night which gave rise to several members advising that I not quit my day job; clearly I lack talent, but make up for it with enthusiasm; on reflection, Frank & I have much in common . .
‘I’m supposed to have a Ph.D. on the subject of women. But the truth is I’ve flunked more often than not. I’m very fond of women; I admire them. But, like all men, I don’t understand them.’ – Frank Sinatra
months blur by . . .
familiar paths – like the one I walk every morning get me through the neighbourhood
others map my day; these habits, these patterns in daily life bring small measures of order into an otherwise chaotic blur of calls, meetings & tasks . . get me through this day, daily
these days & paths, habits, routines . . they get me through the days & weeks
weeks get me through the months
months blur by . . .
busy day waits . . . but it won’t wait long . . . meetings & tasks . . . blur
Mark