February

We're into february, I'm sitting here, thinking to myself.

I may or may not have done the first-of-the-month rabbit-rabbit thing. If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't ask. It will haunt you like breathing in graveyards and putting your hand on your head in tunnels. A first-of-the-month ritual to make you feel bad if you acknowledge someone with a 'morning' before doing 'rabbit rabbit' later on in the street when you remember. Did I say 'morning' or just think it? Really--it doesn't matter. Really.

Groundhog Day was a movie. It seems to be about the passage of time, and trying to get things right. Bill Murray does it by living the same day over and over. I would contrast this to how I shop for shoes.

--First I have to look at every shoe in the store, not trying on or even touching any.
--Then I try some on, infuriating the sales person by repeated trips for another size or color or style.
--Then I leave without buying anything and look at everything the store has online.
--A few weeks later, I buy something which is now on sale and non-returnable.
--And get buyer's remorse upon leaving the store, seeing something in the window which I love.

I've lived about eight different lives in the past 6 months, as opposed to Bill murray re-living the same day for 6 months. That is as far as I'm taking this. Happy groundhog day! I know today's the fourth!