Did You Check Behind the Fridge?

Life gets busy. You think it's going to let up, and then you realize that you were, of course, sadly and sorely mistaken. You realize that a month or three has passed and you're not exactly sure where they've gone. You even checked under the cushions on your couch, but all you find are 37 cents in change and a half a potato (potatoe?) chip. But not a month anywhere.

You fear that perhaps someone has broken in and relieved you of your posessions, but after a complete inventory all you discover is that just the months are missing. Well, the months, and a half a potato chip, to match the half you found in the couch. So you know that it can't have been a burgler. Perhaps there's a hole in your apartment somewhere, and the month just leaked away. Or perhaps there're more months on the outside than the in-, and that whole osmosis thing (or whatever it's called when it deals with intangibles traversing boundaries) takes over.

Yes, you're missing a whole month, maybe even two or three. You can't keep track of them anymore, so many seem to have slipped away. And you know you'll never get it back. Maybe this next one will be treated better, maybe when you let it go, however unintentionally, it will decide to return.

Or maybe you'll get distracted by that bird, flying around right outside your window. All those pretty colors and whatnot, you'll get back to thinking about your missing months later. Maybe in 30-odd days.