I'm taking a spontaneous, much-needed road trip to some remote cabin in Wisconsin with the wife and dog. The indoor atmosphere here has grown noxious from my ceaseless huffing and puffing. I should leave a window open to air the place out.
I'm leaving..right now actually. Coming back Sunday.
Vacations are a great way to test the resolve of your daily routines.
If I stop writing..ah, who cares.
One year is really long.
Ten is an era.
A hundred is a lifetime.
A thousand is a millennia.
Ten thousand is incomprehensible.
A hundred thousand years—unimaginably vast.
Yet two million years.
Two million years is the amount of time, give or take, that nature has been thoroughly employed with this side project.
The human species is a project that seems fresh, new, and cutting-edge. Yet it has been a work in progress for countless millions of years, if not billions.
We like to fancy ours...