Stupid Flying Time

I open up a blog post.  I leave it up with four words.  I close it down.  I open the blog post again.  You know, the one with the four words that I have no idea why they were typed in the first place.  I close it down, again, and again, and again, and over again.  I don’t know what it is I even want to write.

But, here’s the  jist of it:

Monday, wake up.  Do the stuff we do—like—eat, drink, laugh, fart, yell, whisper, demand, give in, play, dance, sing, run around, sit down, over think, hypochondriate (that might not even be a word—bygones), click, not write, focus, re-focus, plop, watch, snore, and more.

Tuesday, wake up.  Do more stuff that we do; same as Monday, yet entirely different.

Wednesday, wake up, do.

Thursday, wake up, do.

Friday, wake up, do.

Saturday, wake up, do.

Sunday, wake up, do.


Wasn’t it just the beginning of summer yesterday?

It’s time to polish up on my casserole recipes for winter already?  Really?

Stupid time keeps flying, and my kids won’t stop growing.

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4 Responses to “Stupid Flying Time”
  1. 09.27.2010

    Yep. Way. Too. Fast. It just keeps going faster, too. It’s unreal.

  2. 09.28.2010

    I’m so with ya, Love.
    Remember when time went slowly? How do I make that happen again?

  3. 09.28.2010

    When I figure it out, I’ll let you know!!

  4. 09.28.2010

    The other day—Saturday, I think—the day kinda went slow and I thought, hhmmmmmmm this is what it feels like again!

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