Thanks so much, Bill Watterson. I think Calvin and Hobbes is my favorite comic strip of all time. And this is one of my favorites of my favorite, maybe because it says something about fleeting time, one of my main themes this past thirty years. I guess I thought I too would be six all my life, or at least that the years past six wouldn't have flown by as they have. And now I'm thinking more and more about the details of my life I'd like to put in order. And the questions I have about the time that's left. Will my cats outlive me and if so what happens to them if they outlive both of us? What will happen to all my cds and books when I die? Will I ever need to buy any more underwear? Have I bought too many of those expensive quadra-something razorblade heads? I keep thinking about T. S. Eliot's words from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock": "I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." Well, I seem to be measuring out my life with razorblades, or haircuts, or prescription refills, or the passing of old friends and relatives. So, I guess I should just go to McDonald's.
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