Words, do they suit the purpose?

It's nearly 6 PM and still no traditio! My, how the days fly by! Frankly, it worries me sometimes how quickly time passes. Obviously, dealing with the death of someone you know, who was part of your life, for whom you cared, puts this reality in bold relief.

Before this week, I was starting once again to feel like writing was becoming easier. Words seemed to be flowing, capturing thoughts at least well enough, if not perfectly. But starting late last weekend, that kind of changed again. I've gone back to wondering, "What are words for?"

Well, that question is also the title of a song by Missing Persons. As you might've guessed, depending on your '80s cultural aptitude, that "What Are Words For?" Is our Friday traditio for this penultimate Friday of 2021's premiere month.

I almost did a coffee spit-take when a group of friends was lamenting the fact that up until this week 2021 seemed like 2020 extended and someone said something like, "Today is like December 48, 2020." It dawns on me that the past few years the theme of time's seeming acceleration is a fairly persistent theme of mine on Fridays. As Ferris Bueller observed: "I've said it before and I'll say it again: life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it."

Anyway, enjoy this song and, moreover, enjoy your weekend. Stop and look around a bit.