Noting, to note
Friday, July 18th, 2014 09:24 pmThere's still light to see by at 9 pm, but in a gloaming darkling way. A month ago this is what 9:30 was like, and I could still paint porch rails at 9- as I did the one summer I came home from Japan, and was stunned by the lateness of the light after a year in that perpetually benighted country. As time speeds up, the change from 'all the light in the world' to 'dark so *early*!!' seems to occupy days rather than weeks, and even weeks are shorter than they were.
Not so much when I'm working, perhaps, especially not early shift two days running; but I lost a couple of days this week to sickness or (oddly) holiday or simply the fact that it's July, when memory stops working anyway. Only that usually requires a hot July, and this isn't. What one of my casual LJ reads called 'the returned polar vortex' of this week left again without my forming a concrete impression of it; it sort of happened in the background as I was reading Astreiant. Now we're back to warm and muggy and overcast, as we were last weekend.
( Cut for thoughts on time travel )
Not so much when I'm working, perhaps, especially not early shift two days running; but I lost a couple of days this week to sickness or (oddly) holiday or simply the fact that it's July, when memory stops working anyway. Only that usually requires a hot July, and this isn't. What one of my casual LJ reads called 'the returned polar vortex' of this week left again without my forming a concrete impression of it; it sort of happened in the background as I was reading Astreiant. Now we're back to warm and muggy and overcast, as we were last weekend.
( Cut for thoughts on time travel )
