Life Moves Pretty Fast

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.”
–Ferris Bueller

The last couple of days have been all about life moving fast. I keep getting pitched curve balls which I have to hit, or field, or something. Hopefully the something will not include a baseball metaphor since I’m obviously not good at those. The point is that I’ve been inundated with small urgencies, none of which turned quite turned into crises. It is possible that my quick thinking actions averted crises. It is also possible that I was just taking too much responsibility for the outcomes. But somehow making cookies to ease the homework crunch seemed really important, as did making pies for Pi Day. Then of course there is the as yet incomplete packing for Howard’s departure to Lunacon tomorrow. I’ve also got to ship a package to the printer because we’ve just completed the final round of edits on SEOS. The kids have had friendship crises, missing homework, squabbles, allergic reactions, and general crankiness.

And yet. It has been a good couple of days. Really. I hardly have a moment to sit down and think, but all these things coming at me are my life. It is a good life.