Something has me spooked, and I think I know what it is. Iím spooked about the future. Not the long range future, which is spooky enough but too vague a concept to have me jumping out of my skin. Iím spooked by the immediate future, two short four-day work weeks in a row followed immediately by the end of the year, with all that implies. I canít look six months or five years ahead and see anything clearly. But I can look into the first part of January and see the specter of clocks spinning too fast and walls closing in.
So I spent my Sunday in ghostbusting mode, trying at least to get caught up with last weekís to-do list. It would have been better to get a head start on the week ahead, but you have to get rid of the ghosts before you can start worrying about the zombies. Or something like that. What does that make January, a full-on alien invasion? Bring it on. If I can make it through two straight four-day astral weeks, I can handle the end-of-the-year war of the worlds. (I wouldnít mind it if the earth stood still for awhile, though.)