I seem to have misplaced a lot of my time. For the last week, I haven't been able to really finish anything. It's not for lack of trying, believe me, I try harder and harder, but it just doesn't happen. I think the days are getting shorter! Sure, the sun's up longer but that's all part of some great big government conspiracy to fool us into not noticing how much less time we really have. You get it? Really, I'm grasping at straws trying to figure out how it is that, though I bust my ass all day, every day, I'm not done with busting my ass yet. I suppose it's a good thing, though, because I've always had a notion that once you're done, you're done. As in, it's time for a dirt nap. I suppose I should be glad to have stuff to do and even gladder that I can do it.
Consider my blessings counted.