Four days shy of month three.
In some ways, the time seems to have passed by like a Japanese bullet train at rush hour, just like some said it would. In other ways, it feels like the days and weeks have followed one another at a pace that my sage grandmother, when discussing the passage of time in her own life at 87, called "just right".
If time is, at least in part, a measuring stick of what we have and haven't accomplished...
