From notes I made last month…
I wake up, another nice sunny day in Southern California and has become my habit, roll out of bed, toss on a t-shirt and go to my home office, hitting the shift key to wake my Mac up. The first thing I do is lookin the upper right hand corner of the screen and check the date.
May 14.
Oh, right. Today’s the day. I briefly consider leaving a note, but realize when I came here from almost two weeks ago, there was no note. So, my inner weenie again coming out, I elect not to tempt fate and the universe by doing something that might well result in paradox. Maybe someday, but not today.
I reflect on how interesting it is, that when I was in 1976 (and 1977, ’78…well, that story’s not finished yet, so I won’t spoil it) I had no sense of not wanting to mess with the past. It’s entirely possible that my time back there, and the resulting timeline created by my actions that were far different than my first time through the period, instilled in me enough caution that I didn’t want to ever go messing with branching timelines again. Whatever the case, at this stage in my jouney through life, I’m not interested in screwing around with things. So no note.
I do catch up on some email, make some notes for the day, get dressed, kiss my family goodbye (which, knowing I could sparkle out to 1933 at any moment, I take very seriously these days), grab my work bag and vintage “go-bag” and head out the door, knowing the me that I was 12 days ago would be popping back in a couple hours from now.
Little did I know that I wouldn’t be making it to work that day, or for the next couple days. Because of what happened halfway down the front walk to my car, I’d never get the chance to see the breakfast I would put in the microwave that morning. It would be long gone, in the garbage, by the time I returned home.
