I just noticed that it's been two months since moving the blog, it seems so long ago but also just like yesterday — tempus fugit and all that.
Time flies when you're having fun, it sounds positive but is actually an admonition: don't waste time — first appearing in Virgil's Georgics according to Wikipedia.
Fugit inreparabile tempus: "it escapes, irretrievable time".
I look back on the past two months reasonably proud of what I have accomplished but knowing that I could have done more, could have prioritised better. So I have next week off work (9 whole glorious days including the weekends either side) but will be spending a portion of that time studying, trying to make a significant dent in the material. No languishing in bed for me.
In considering the past year, I know that time has truly flown, much of it wasted, irretrievable — this alternate reality we are living in is as the life of another we are just observing from a distance, until it catches up with us.
We, I, must be ready when true reality comes crashing back down.