Nesting
February 6, 2011 Leave a Comment
The long 4 day weekend is coming to an end. It was extremely productive, having cleared a huge pile of backlogged work. I’m pretty sure there isn’t such a word as backlogged. I’m beginning to understand why it’s difficult to sustain this level of energy without having any breaks in between to mix things up a little.
It takes me a while to feel comfortable enough to build a nest and roost, and when the nest is nearing completion, the bulldozer comes along and razes it to the ground. I haven’t heard the bulldozer, but it’s there in the distance. Would the next nesting spot be warm and inviting? Then again, where would the next spot be? Out where the vultures lie in waiting?
I always say that I would read my previous entries but I never get down to doing it, partially because I lack the drive to get down to it and also because I don’t see a point.
If so, the only reason for keeping this going is a sense of nostalgia, for the years that have passed by, for a time when things were different. It’s startling when you count with your fingers and realise that you have ran out of digits.
