no time for old habits

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    I was thinking the other day, the difference between a habit and an addiction is that you are supposed to be able to quit habits. I returned to work officially last week and habits I've grown and cultured within my sabbatical have slowly crept away - my almost ritualistic daily writing or the daily porridge Dad and I always eat for lunch.

   Now my calendars are filled endlessly and there is little time for a whimsical, what shall I do today? I am a general and the calendar is my land to be conquered - as I plan and maneuver to build my castles on these little plotted squares.

  On one of the nights, while on my way home, I sat down at the park bench. I watched a black cat lying on its back next to me. I have so many places to be at, dear cat. 

   And this Andrew Marvell of a cat said, Had we but world enough, and time... We would sit down and think which way, to walk and pass our long love's day. 

   Then, the black cat left to cuddle with the white cat.