This Post is Late. No Surprise.

Like most things in my life right now, this is behind schedule. 6pm was the promised time of this post to my best friend, but alas, that promise has gone the way of the Dodo. And my writing is apparently in a mood for the cliche. Dodo. Seriously?

It's been that kind of week.

A weird week. A fun week. A week to remember. But it's not the week that I lay to rest tonight that prompted me to blog. It was another post on Keaton's blog. He spoke of the past and of something he's been lacking lately: focus.

Focus is an allusive and teasing mistress for me. I think I have it figured out only to realize how often I am played the fool in spite of my efforts. Silly, silly, delusional man.

Today, Decemeber 7, usually reminds me of things gone by and of the past. Every year. Never fails. I'm oft to think of the events that drew us into a World War sixty-six years ago. Pearl Harbor. I don't know why. It just always strikes me into a mood. Though I'm one of those people that remember the battles that forged my history. I think of the sacrifices those people made and I wonder if I could ever do anything to compare.

When I fall, will it be for something or because of it?

Told you I was in a mood.

And with a certain wisp of irony, I confess that this blog will be only partially finished tonight as things (like always) came up.

So I will post this for now and I will continue this on Saturday and tell you a little bit about my past and a night ten years prior which now seems not just an eternity ago, but feels as if I am looking back on another person's life. The boy I was at 18 in the early winter of 1997 is so vastly different from the man typing these words.

And yet he's never truly gone from me.

How I wish to continue this post at this moment. But a lot of people, including those who ushered me into this world, will be a bit upset if I pass them up to write.

Funny. Since it seems my life is passing up the writing when I always thought it would end up the other way around.

Next up: a glimpse.