Tuesday, February 14, 2006

I'm Still Smiling

When we say, "It's nothing special." do we really mean that or do we mean that whatever we are trying to describe simply does not have that much value to us?

I read that last entry and thought it was funny that I could remember typing it on my phone but I didn't have the memory until I actually read it on the screen in my bedroom. Memory is mysterious to me that way. I'm sure it's less mysterious to a neurosurgeon, or anyone else who has the tiniest knowledge about the brain, but even these knowledgeable folks cannot pinpoint the exact science that creates and stores a memory. Pneumonic devices and radioactive isotopes are not the answer. Time, simply time.

My second day not driving into the job. I've been down with something; not quite sure what it is. Not sure that I want to know. I know that it's something that isn't going to kill me and that no doctor is required quite yet. I know that someday I may want a more thorough definition, but for today and yesterday and one day this weekend, it simply is what it is.

Somehow I'm still smiling.