Normal Times

Sometimes… sometimes it can all seem a little too much like a dream. Sometimes dreams can all seem a bit too real too. Normally, though, we know the difference, we can tell where the dreams end and where the world begins.

Normally.

Normally too, though, it never seems as though we are not living normal lives in normal times. I sometimes wonder if there has even been anyone who felt they were living in normal times. I do sometimes catch myself thinking that if it wasn’t for this natural catastrophe, or that political situation, or that problem with work or at home, or if the economy turned the corner, or – well, you know - one of the thousand shocks that the flesh is heir to… then maybe… just maybe… these would be normal times too.