I’ve been thinking about time. When I am waiting for my tea to steep, the two minutes and 55 seconds it takes is interminable. I do a little chore like fix my cereal and take it to another room, and when I come back, there are still two minutes to go.
When new students visit the Tyler Junior College Corner Bookstore, they are often looking for the staples of all college students: books, pens, blue books, and all the sundries of higher education survival. But sometimes it’s just to visit the resident cat.
I know it’s not necessary, but is there really anything wrong with looking at the tube of toothpaste you’re squeezing in the morning and thinking, “Someday — and it could be any da — I will squeeze a toothpaste tube for the last time”?
Combine big brown eyes that watch your every move, twitching ears that hear your every breath, and a nose that loves to check out your pocket for apples, and you have one of the best psychotherapists in the world.