Time's trailing by now. Between today and the New Year (and by that, I mean 12:01am on this Sunday) is the odd sense of being in limbo (or have I spelled that wrong too?). It's the last day of this so called "work week" though, you have to admit, having people work in the five days between holidays with the popularity of Christmas and New Years may not be the smartest thing to do. Productivity, overall, can't be high on the priorities. Sadism, maybe, productivity, not so much.
But I diverge, even if only a little.
I mean to note that today is a Friday, which means that people generally have half of their mind wandering off somewhere (no split-brain syndrome though. Ha. Ha.), add it to the fact that this week is already not the best for focusing on work, for those who are working, it's safe to say that daydream might interrupt their work schedule occasionally today. Add to it then, that Sunday's New Years, the officially recognized day with which a new cycle of time (as we divide it into chunks and pieces) begins, and people's tendency to reflect upon the year past at that time (the media certainly does it, goodness knows).
Funny, these few days may be the most thoughtful days in some people's lives, of the whole year which they have lived.
THE MISTS OF AVALON- Marion Zimmer Bradley - 876 (at this many pages, the word "saga" takes on another meaning)
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