Hiatus (Happiness Runs)

I sort of knew that this week was going to start getting away from me at some point. That point was at about 2:25 this afternoon, when it became clear to me that there were a lot more things that I needed to get done today than I was going to have time for. I just spent two and a half hours at the dining room table trying to get caught up—shades of years gone by—and it's almost time for bed, so any lingering hopes of writing something of any particular significance this evening are pretty well dashed. But I did spend some time at odd moments last night and this morning thinking about H-ness, and the one thing that kept re-presenting itself to my mind was just ridiculous enough to ultimately become today's last words. I mean, if you you're not going to write anything significant, you could just turn to... Donovan!?

Happiness runs in a circular motion
Thought is like a little boat upon the sea
Everybody is a part of everything anyway,
You can have everything if you let yourself be.

'Nuf said. 'Night, all.