January 2017: Running a ... little late

To be more existential about it, the older I get, the more aware I am of the time I have available. I’m only going to have a finite number of weekends in the future, and I don’t know how many that will be, even. Sometimes, time isn’t so much precious as it is terrifying, especially with the faster it tends to pass with every minute that goes by - time has momentum, it’s running down hill, and no one’s bothered to put in any speed bumps.