how time flies

I just looked up and realized I'd spent an hour jumping from here to there on LJ. It started out looking up someone who's journal I don't often read, but quickly wandered off into people I've never read before.

In an only moderately related vein, a year ago I was in love with one person more than I am now. A year ago I was also rocketing into the depths of a solid depression. I am currently not. I view the later as progress and the former as congress (Pro and con being opposites, proven in spades by the US Congress). That's not to imply that being in love is something so simple that it can be scored out like the steroid induced home runs of a major league slugger. Oh, sometimes you feel like you've knocked it out of the park. Even with the bases loaded. But a two hop ground single is something. And to put the analogy to bed, it's better hit a high fly to left than to watch the third strike go by.

Did I have a point? Are you kidding? When did I ever have a point?

I've chosen tonight's icon because I miss talking to some of you (not previously referred to in this post).

"Once again that rising sun is dropping back down,
and you my friend are no where to be found." Eliza Carthy "Walk Away"