I'm thinking I've got a slipping cog or two that keeps jumping my time ahead faster than life intended. We get up fairly early but before we can jump down, spin around, pick a bale of hay, gone somewhere slipping silently away is the whole day. Bedtime rolls around before we can even come close to computing the days results as to whether our activities were fun or not. Another decision our older age has enabled us to get by without making.
The new world that we awaken to every morning is a blessing more ways than one. Variety is the spice of life and even tho we might do the same thing today as yesterday we've forgotten yesterday, so mentally at least, a new venture is a guarantee. Happily we sloth along but where does the day so speedily go? I'm going to pay particular attention today watching for that aggravating time thief!
I've already caught one, do you know how hard it is to spell variety when things aren't clicking. There are enough words spelled so near the same as to make spell check just about useless. Then with our '1-click answers' program you still need to come fairly close. Anyway, I found it but it was a pretty much a thieving time taker and all for a plainly visible near nothing.
"The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits." - Hervey Allen
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