Life is a wave, which in no two consecutive moments of its existence is composed of the same particles.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
Naturally, it's Christmas Eve Eve, and Chesapeake Bay Woman is not prepared. She will rise at 5:30 a.m. today and drive the hour in the dark to work. She will sit at her desk listening to her brain slowly rot away while her subconscious recites lists upon lists of random--yet crucial-- things that need to be completed before tomorrow. Then she will drive an hour home to the Hudgins post office and hope the stuff she ordered last-minute from the internet arrives, otherwise she will have to turn back around and drive another 15 miles to the Gloucester Wal-Mutant where she prays she will find the things she ordered off the internet that didn't arrive on time. Then she will
resume start crying from the stress of it all and wish that she could start a new society on a planet with absolutely no Wal-Mutants stores, no crowds and no shopping. And life would be good.
- Chesapeake Bay Woman.