Converging Calendar
Every so often I feel like upcoming events in my short-term future are conspiring to attack me all at once. I can see them amassed on the horizon, their forces regimenting and growing, preparing to land on me with claws fully extended.
By the end of this month I need to have found and then moved into a new apartment, I’ll get to stop wearing my cast and start going to physical therapy for my knee, I’ll reach my self-imposed and arbitrary deadline for recording the seventeen songs of my album Year Two, and other such assorted feats.
For the most part I feel like I can’t really prepare for these events beyond what I have already done or am currently doing, and there’s not really anything I can do to attend to them any sooner. So here I sit, and here they come.