XCVIII (98) The Tide

Droplets in the tide, all doubts abate, my ninety-eight.

(I’m gonna write more!)

If that sounds a little familiar, it’s a nod to Public Enemy’s “Your’e Gonna Get Yours.” In this case you’re gonna get your 98th blog post and probably a commitment to write more once I get to the magical 100th, unless I ascend to another plane of existence or dimension of reality upon completion of this writing quest.

Right now, I’m just working to get through these final posts. Taking it one day at a time, and I’ve been feeling like my feet are in quicksand lately. But just like I tell the kids I teach chess to, it’s all just one move at a time. Today’s post was brought to you by chess, and an opening tribute rhyme.

As always the great mystery of the history of time. How does it move so slow, but go so fast? May we not rob this moment by dwelling on what may come, and what’s already past.