i’ve been feeling like time is so precious lately. i’m not even that busy, really, but it seems like i’m getting almost no solid blocks of time in which to just sort of sit back and do whatever i like. maybe i’m just not appreciating them when i get them most of the time. i do know that when i do recognize myself in a moment of relaxation or peace or leisure, it feels so very novel and rare, that i really have been relishing it, and wondering why i don’t get more time like that. i must be doing something wrong here.

i hope to have some of that soon. but here’s a story. i was doing laundry this evening, and i saw a quarter on top of one of the machines. i thought to myself, “bonus, free quarter. lucky me.” then i picked it up, and found that it wasn’t a quarter. it was a canadian quarter. sitting right there on top of a laundry machine in los angeles. how did it get there? why was it just left there by whomever brought it in? would it work in the american laundry machine? these are all questions i asked myself. but i also picked it up and took it back to my room with me. it’s probably a mystical, cosmic sign of some sort. and these things must be heeded.

time for more christmas shopping.