Time has this really funny habit. It keeps ticking on no matter what. You go on with your daily life and routines and all of a sudden you look up and notice that the month is about over, time has marched on and you almost didn't notice.<br />n<br />nMarching forward on,<br />n Slick ice cleaned by winter winds<br />nGrab that whipping end.<br />n<br />nThis happened to me this month. With the daily feeding of the cows and the routine of therapy appointments, doctor's appointments and other routines it almost slipped away. Its time to bring the heifers home to calve and it almost got past me. I realizes the end of the month was coming about Wednesday and I have been getting the few things done here to bring them home.<br />n<br />nI was considering bringing them home Monday but I am not sure that is going to happen now, I might have to wait until Wednesday to do it. Today while feeding I broke both front springs out from under one of the pickups. Yes, I said both front springs, one on each side. How I managed that is beyond me, but it happened. I am probably going to have to spend Monday trying to get the parts to fix the problem.<br />n<br />nIt will be good to bring the heifers home. I am not looking forward to night calving and the lack of sleep that entails but to see some calves running around will be fun. Time almost got away from me though. I wouldn't have forgotten about bringing the heifers home but that dastardly beast, time sure slipped up quick on me. It tried but failed as it always will.<br />n<br />n<strong>Being and time determine each other reciprocally, but in such a manner that neither can the former – Being – be addressed as something temporal nor can the latter – time – be addressed as a being. Martin Heidegger </strong>