going postal 5 August 2008
I may be losing it – I don’t know if I did that bounty blog yesterday or the night before…time, my sweets, has started to go wonky. it is, however, still HURTLING towards all of the truly unavoidable deadlines that are stacked up at the end of the week. What am I saying? One of them is today, so I’d best set to.
Was thinking a lot about the Limerick man who seems to have perished on K2 just after his triumphant trip to the summit – first Irishman to achieve it. It’s very sad that he didn’t live to enjoy his wonderful achievement more. I cannot decide whether it’s best to go in such a blaze of glory when I am so against ‘going’ at all (you all know me on that) but I’m guessing to bow out at the top of your game has merits.
My Dad will be gone 3 years next week – how can so much time have passed since the awful day?
Again, time is a wonky thing and I’ll never get the hang of it.
