I don't care what the scientists say. There are time warps. Take for example the mysterious loss of five minutes between checking the clock in the kitchen and getting into the car in the attached garage on the other side of the wall. How can I leave the kitchen at 7:40 and switch on the ignition to find it magically 7:45. I swear, I don't dawdle a bit--really!
Similarly, I get home from work on Friday evening, pleased with the two whole days I have before I have to go back to work on Monday morning. No matter whether I bustle around or lounge around, it doesn't matter; those two days are gone in a blink. Poof! It's time to drag my sorry self out of bed, put on my smile, and head off to work. It's just not fair.
Not that I don't like my job. I really do...I'd just like a bit more leisure time. Is that too much to ask?
On another topic, I realized somewhere around noon that if she were still living, today would be my mother's 88th birthday. I still miss her.
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