It was Friday five minutes ago. And last week it was May. I barely look up and it’s lunchtime. I get home, eat dinner and it’s time for bed. I wake up 15 seconds later and I have to get back to work.
What the hell is going on?
They say time seems to speed up as you get older but this is more than a perception. I’m convinced that time really is going by faster.
I think it’s about time I email (or less likely, call) a good friend and I realize months have gone by. I think I better get my summer pants hemmed and I’m ready for a new pair of boots … I think I have plenty of time and I’m falling behind schedule … all this is new to me.
Nevermind what happened to the 8os — what happened to my weekend?