Tick Tock

We are all waiting for something, or more than one thing. Waiting for children to be born: cool, but kind of scary. Waiting for the demise of a relative who might leave you something: grisly, but we all do it. Waiting for warmer days. Waiting for the Second Coming. Waiting, of course, emphatically, whatever it means, for Godot.

At the top of my personal wait list is this radiation thing. I know pretty well what it will be like, and so it isn't really anxiety-provoking. Mostly it's just that the clock slows down, tick... tick... tick.. come on. Get me from here to there.

I'm sleeping a lot. It's a trick I learned from Tom, the lead guitarist in my band in boarding school. Back then we were all waiting, all the time, for the next vacation, really for graduation, really for what we thought would be freedom. Tom's theory was that the more you sleep, the faster times goes by. Of course it also means that you are reducing the amount of time when you otherwise could be conscious and alive. But we didn't think it much of a life (how wrong we were) and wanted it behind us.

I do want this next stage behind me, in that rear-view mirror and growing smaller, and there's a ways till then. Plus I gave up drinking for Lent. Bad idea.