So tell me where does time go? And why is it going wherever it goes faster now than it used to? Is just because I am older? I know I am not busier than I was when I was young.
It is now about seven o’clock. I have been up twelve hours. I went for a walk, did some cleaning (sort of), talked to a couple of friends on the phone, ate, played with the cats, set up tomorrow’s In other Words, read the paper and did the puzzles, read and responded to emails, took a nap…just stuff. Doesn’t seem like twelve hours of stuff, does it?
So, where did the time go? My ditzy mind wants to know.