If you had any projects to complete or jobs to be done or promises kept since last January, the days are dwindling down to a precious few.  My own projects are still in a muddle and inertia is what is keeping me from sitting down and assembling the whole project that six years have propelled me to start and I must now finish.  Time has a way of being ignored as though we had tons and tons of it and the end need not be contemplated for it was not time yet to do so.  We ignore time, its deadlines and passage - at our peril.

Since the news has been the same for this last year of war in Iraq and genocide in Darfur and since the powers on earth continue to listen to their own pundits who speak in tongues no one else hears, we might as well contemplate what is unfinished and get it done before new challenges appear that we had no time to think about.  This essay is about thinking.  All my essays are about my thinking.  Some of them have been serious such as those about utopia and how unlike our world a true, better or “perfect” nowhere has yet to exist.  I suppose for those who were born with the proverbial silver spoon in their mouths would not change a thing.  I also predict that those who have will not willingly share with those who have less and predictably, give nothing to those who have nothing.

It is not too late make amends or to fulfill unfulfilled promises made to others or to us.  It is never too late to acknowledge, unlike our President, that mistakes are made by humans every moment, every minute of every day.  We always find time to point out the mistakes made by others.  This is something at which we are very good in doing when the accusing finger points at us.

But, this is about days getting shorter mostly because the winter is middling and our Spring and Summer will lend hope to better times particularly when the baton  is passed on to the young 2007 from the aged and out of the loop 2006.

I think it is time for me to rush ahead but not to do any more shopping.  Carol and I went to do a simple thing early this morning to pick up a couple of gifts for (ourselves – actually for me) but went to the wrong store (who reads where to go where the bargains actually are?). We then got stuck on the road back because sections of I 95 were closed for the annual Motorcycle Christmas Toy Collection in Weston.  We were shunted off into unknown territory.

I have things to do and somehow they will be done as the dying year ends.  I don’t know how, but I suspect there is a lot of work involved.