Lost Days - January 12, 2012

[written late at night, January 13]
I missed yesterday's blog post, from working until very late at the office. And now, a day later, I can't remember what to write. It was cold and windy, and Ingrid took Anya to the dog park. She was there an hour or so, and came back chilled.

They say sometimes "the days all run together," but that's only really true in retrospect. You may forget what day of the week it is, but it's never in any doubt that it's now, and that you need to do the next thing that's needed, even if it's something you do day in, day out. It's the fact of habit that makes the days run together, so I have to think hard, even half-a-day later, about what made walking the dog this morning different form yesterday morning.

We have an infestation of fruit flies this week. That makes this week distinctive, I suppose. If I lived outside more, it would be the week real January weather came back. Is there a difference between weather or fruit flies? Does the comparative unchangingness of the shape and color of our kitchen make the distinctiveness of fruit flies stand out more than variations in an always-varying outdoors landscape?