There's a quote from the American naturalist John Burroughs (1837-1921) that I keep magneted to our fridge: "I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see."
Today, and all month, I've been feeling particularly akin to this idea that there's so much life to live, and so little time in which to live it. I'm sitting at my desk now at Brevard College, looking out onto the quad area as students pass, coats zipped up to the chin and tobaggans pulled low over their eyebrows. I'm wondering how I'm going to get everything done--essays graded, final exams created, Christmas shopping completed without putting a serious and regrettable dent in our finances, exercise myself and my dog so that I don't hate myself every time I look in the mirror, clean the house, write my next novel, and settle down to enjoy the season that I love so much--
(Well... it's Jan. 8 and I never finished this entry! So sorry. I thought I'd post it anyway.)