Looking out my Backdoor: Tempus fugit

Time flies and the older I get, the faster it fugits. As I contemplate yet another birthday, that mean ol’ tempus is fugiting at the speed of light.

To add injury to insult, this weekend we will set the clocks ahead in Mexico. I know, you up north are already over the shock of change. In a few days I will struggle to remember what time it really is, whatever that means, since “time” is but an arbitrary measure.

Before I wax too philosophical, let me change directions and note that my snowbird friends are flying north at jet speed.

Crin left for Victoria last Sunday. Julie flew back to Minneapo...