tempus fugit

Life has a funny way of rushing past you. It's like a trip down the motorway, one minute your counting the exits till it's time to come off, a quivering lump of expectancy sits in the pit of your stomach as you comtemplate arriving at where ever you're going. Then you arrive and before you know it it's time to leave and your back on the motorway counting exits until you are nearly home.
Meg got old very suddenly. Within a few months she went from being the slightly bewildered, befuddled old dog she had become to an unrecognisable mess. Unable to eat or drink, barely able to stand it was obvious her race was nearly run. She is buried in the wood.
For the last 18 months we have been fund raising for Badger Bill's latest adventure on behalf of the National Deaf Children Society. This year it was Iceland, 9 days over lava fields and glaciers. The journey so long anticipated had been and gone, even now it is a memory. The only thing left to lok forward to is seeing the photographs.
I keep reminding myself that it is important to live in the here and now, revel in the moment but it is not easy to do. Sometimes the moment is so mind numbingly boring or fills you with such apprehension it is easier to slip into another time when things will have to get better, even if it just sitting at my desk on a Wednesday afternoon cmtemplating what I'll do on the weekend.
The problem is you get so caught up in 'might be's' and 'hope so's' that you lose who chunks of lifetime.