July 1, 2021. The year is half over, at least in months. In days it is a couple days short of half. It doesn't seem possible that half a year is gone already. Why does it seem that as we get older time seems to go by so much quicker. A theory I have is that when you are young a year is a major portion of your life. At ten one year is one tenth of your life so it seems long. But at seventy three a year is a mere 1.4% of your life. A poor theory? Maybe, but I need something to grab onto as life goes zipping by. A bit depressing I think.
Also a bit depressing is the state of the Mets. They made it through June, which has always been the month they fade into oblivion, still in first place. But that is a precarious perch atop the division. It is down to two games now and I have a feeling their hold on the top spot will be gone in a few days. Mets fans are notoriously pessimistic.
