Coffee is good.

I’m sooo late.  I hate being late, but being early is a good thing.  I can’t really say what it is like to be just on time, because I hardly ever am.   I know, it sad.

Some days it feels like the world goes so fast it just passes you by.  Other days, it moves so slow, you have to keep checking to make sure you’re not moving backwards.  I give up trying to keep pace with the world.

Now back to coffee and being late . . .

I think my lava lamp is sick . . . It started clumping bad, and then turned red (normal color green/yellow).  So I gave it a rest, and it became the consistency of pond scum . . . but I think it has now all settled on the bottom and is ready for re-instatement . . . only the dawn will tell.