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-- This morning, in email, I got a note wishing me a happy birthday. "Well done," it said. Which made me laugh: How the hell can something be "well done" when there's not a damned thing you can do about it in the first place? Kinda like Buddhism, I think.

-- Today, Monday, is the second day of my "weekend." Weekends are times when people are not at work, when they can do something more to their liking, when they can (hypothetically) rest, when their concentration can go elsewhere, when (again hypothetically) things are easier. Weekends are divided from the rest of the week.

But I imagine there are people in the world who don't know anything about this sort of weekend. They know that when the sun comes up, they get up and go about their business. There is no time of separated rest. There is living whatever lives they lead. And there is no division to be found. Since life cannot honestly be divided, this strikes me as sensible and I wonder a little that I didn't discover/acknowledge it sooner.

-- Yesterday, here in the United States, the clocks were set forward by an hour. What was 2 a.m. became 3 a.m. in the blink of an eye. We 'lost' an hour. But where did it go and how can anything be 'lost?' In order to lose anything, you would have to have it in the first place. But how is it possible to have anything in the first place? Some people build grand philosophies or religions based on such questions, but I think it doesn't need to be so fancy. Maybe thinking things over is enough.

-- Great, wet, slap-the-ground flakes of snow are falling today. It's cold, but not that cold.
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