If one believes in the "Mayan" predictions, we have approximately three years, three months and three weeks before our plane of existence comes to a complete halt.
Personally, I don't find much strength in that line of reasoning.
I was driving by Momentum Audi today; they have a bright red A6 out front that isn't in their online inventory. Do I care enough to call 'em and ask about it? To point out that keeping their online information current is very important?
No.
Over the weekend, a friend had a call (he's a fire fighter) to an auto accident - a four year old dead, a six year old lost both of her feet - both of these before anyone was transported to the hospital. The cause? An unlicensed 15 year old who was texting.
Yikes. This morning, I carried my phone to the office in the trunk of the car. I need to leave it back there every time. EVERY time.
Mr. Z gave me one of Cafe del Mar's CDs to listen to - it's AMAZING. I have been playing it in the car, and it's just splendid.
I'm curious about time's passing. It's a very interesting dynamic.
I'm also curious about how resistant people are to change.
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