Will someone please tell me where 2012 went? Life goes by in a whirlwind, the sheer mass of daily responsibilities bending space-time around itself more completely than any black hole.
What happened to October? To June? To March? Can it really be December already? Time to set out the Advent wreath and sing "O Come, O Come Emmanuel" before each Sunday dinner? Really? Already?
They say that when you are young, the days are short and the years are long, the way time should be. Somewhere along the line, that reverses: each day is long and wearying, but the years flit by like leaves in the wind.
O come, o come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the son of God appear
Emmanuel shall come to thee, o Israel