I’ve been pondering the passage of time lately.  F’rinstance, I can’t believe it’s been nearly a week since I posted something here.  It’s not like anything much has been happening, but time has flown past with very little done.  I have been losing mice this week, though.  All the old ones are passing together; in fact one is on her way out beside me as I type this.  It’s bittersweet.  They’re the last holdouts of the Summer of Mice in May-June 2008, when I had so many unexpected litters (two of them while their mom was loose in my bathroom).  So many memories, so many good mice.  They’ve lived amazingly long lives for mice, nearly 100 in people years, but I can’t believe that it’s been 2 years already.  It seems like just a few months ago I was baiting live traps, worrying about them moving out of the bathroom into the rest of the house.

So much has happened during their lives.  I’ve lost a dog to cancer, got 2 more dogs, achieved a Master’s degree, won and lost a job.  Things seemed to be taking off, then crashing, now just idling peacefully.  The house hasn’t changed significantly, but everything else seems to have done its fair share.  Back then I could never have imagined the changes that have happened; that I’d be sitting here typing this, wondering where I’ll be two years hence.  I wonder if it will whirl by at the same speed, and if it will be something to look back on with joy or with regret?