Time Slips Away

I now have less than a month of left of my life of leisure. I am not yet ready to return to teaching. My summer seems to have dissolved into almost as many commitments as my normal working year. (This is, of course, an illusion set by my disappointed mind hoping for more free time.) Next week, however, we are going on a week long jaunt in Colorado; perhaps that will ease my need for little to no responsibility.

I finished that excellent diary by Sir Alec Guinness today. It was entirely enjoyable, beginning to end. His observations were shrewd and vivid. I think a lot of what I appreciated about the book was that I seemed to find more a kindred spirit than I expected. We had many of the same tastes. It was also interesting to read something from the point of view of someone near the end of life's journey rather than somewhere in the middle as seems to be the common voice among most authors I am exposed to.

Not much worthy of note has happened except that I was able to say "no" to something I was asked to do. The relief was tremendous. I seem to have a difficult time with that word.