How do you measure, measure a year?


Five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes.  Thanks to Jonathan Larson I know how many minutes there are in a year.

So as I’m writing this it’s now been five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred and sixty minutes since Dad died.  It’s odd, to be able to know that.  I won’t again, counting in minutes would be silly, it’s back to years and months after this.  But it’s a number that fits snuggly into the musical phrase that was designed around it.

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