i've had some odd experiences of time over the last few days.
the odd-ness of hospital time. waiting for the doc, waiting for lab results, waiting to see how long we wait.
the richness of unplanned time with family. stretches of being together, doing stuff that is so normal & so precious.
for the last year, I spent a lot of my life constrained by time, like I was in a suit 2 sizes too small. sometimes, I'd feel like I was gasping for time, other times racing a locomotive of time.
in my immediate family, I am the only person who wears a watch. no big deal, but I am often aware of time and the counting of it.
it is a gift to be out of time for a while