The slip that brought me, to my knees failed

I came to a realization earlier this week as falling asleep to folk songs from years back. Songs with enough memory to recall years gone by, but not so many as to evoke the years unbidden. Simon and Garfunkle, David Wilcox. And now old ska is playing, and Social D, to the same effect. The realization: I've been operating in crisis mode, for the last few weeks at least, how much longer than that I cannot say.

( Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping )

So for all who've had to deal with me of late, I do apologize. I am certain I've made the worst of company, it's not my intention. But it's difficult to keep such things in mind when the record sk kips.