The calendar on the wall at work is still on July.
The guy who was the keeper of the calendar is no longer there.
The other guy is too busy looking at his phone while assuming a reclined position in his new chair purchased with the company credit card.
And me? I don't much care about the month.
I'm at an age where I don't want reminders of time passing by.
Maybe I'll flip the pages in October .... I do look forward to each autumn.
But then, my urologist appointment in October might keep it on July.
Hell, the calendar on the wall in my bedroom is still claiming it's April of 2016.
Mostly because I like the photo of The Ramones.
The things you notice when you're not really trying .... I was driving along a rural road one day and spotted this solo lonely looking tree on a hill, in this open field of green grass. I drove by, thought about it and had to turn around for a few photos. I respond to the feeling of solitude.
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