Usually, the busier you are, the faster time flies. And then, there are those weird, time-warpy periods when time just stops. Head down, nose to the grindstone, feet pedaling as fast as you can, you finally look up and - damn! - you're right where you started from.Well, welcome to my time-warp. Working long hours, having to stay perky and knowledgeable (and don't we all need a rest from that sometimes?), running from meeting to meeting - none of this is particularly unique to my job on any given day. But for some reason all of my working-perky-running has had the effect of slowing time this week.
It's only Wednesday? This Wednesday? Surely, it's next Wednesday already!
OK. Head back down, nose back to the grindstone, feet on pedals . . .
4 comments:
I thought it was next week.
I know, girlfriend. Sigh. And I've been informed that tomorrow is NOT Friday, but only Thursday. Will this madness never end?
How do we arrange a trade? My super speedy time-warp for your super slow?
Wonder if we could find The Land of the Happy Middle? You know, Normal Time.
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