
Another Sunday has started to be added on a very long string of traditional similar days that starts a new week. As age accumulates one find it does something to his awareness of the passage of time. Days, months, even years seem to flow past me with an ever-increasing rate of acceleration.
Now as an individual it’s left to me to make a judgment, is this a good phenomenon or something that is less desirable? I have found this tied to my particular emotional state in my present moment of awareness. Therefore the question is in a state of continue flux. Most of the time I turn over and go back to sleep grumbling about my brain thinking about such nonsense. This is one advantage of aging, which is truly endearing; you learn that putting your feet on the floor to start a new day is the ultimate passage of time and thought for an old grouch like me.
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