I must admit that I was fascinated by Walter Cruttenden's recent article on Reality Sandwich: Ancient Cosmology: A Map of the Future?

For much of my adult life I’ve marveled after synchronicities, those mysterious moments when something presents itself to me with timing seemingly too perfect to be considered mere coincidence. People experience these events in various forms: a strange alignment of numbers on their clock, a phrase uttered by a passing stranger, or even phone call from a friend they were just thinking about.

I am currently in a cooling off period of sorts. My vices have been waning of late, possibly giving my virtues a fighting chance. I’m not certain of what my virtues are, but their time may be coming. Don’t misread this as self-effacing; it is just that vices are so much more easily identified than virtues. Compare crack-heads with patient people, for instance.

My father and I had dinner last night. We’ve had dinner each of the past 5 nights, breakfasts and lunches too for the most part. He is on the sixth day of a seven day stay with me. His trip initially consisted of a few days with me and a few days at a friend’s cabin, but the friend fell though and his trip became a week long father and son visit.