Rush Friday rush.

There are days when nothing happens really and when memories of the past and of the future become a big part of reality. And then there are days, like today, when the tape moves quicker and the hands on the face of the clock try to outrace each other (The Second hand is always first). I need to run now. If you wrote me an email and I have not responded yet, then because of this crazy friday. Rushing, rushing, rushing.