I feel I've been more keenly aware of the passage of time lately. The grand scheme, the ebb and flow of the seasons. The arrival of spring is like the tide coming in. Wave after wave as days become nights and become the next days. Almost imperceptibly, the water level rises just as the days get longer and the air warms with the sunshine.
This evening, having finished the latest and last BSG episode, we'll be having KFC. And a beer.