There was a moment today where I looked at a clock on the wall and spent several minutes trying to figure out just how it was possible that it was two in the afternoon.
I mean, it just wasn’t possible. It had to be 10, 10:30…max.
No, it was actually two. Today flew by. I couldn’t tell you why. Given how early my daughter woke up, it should have dragged along. Somehow a lazy Saturday was over halfway done before I could really get into it.
It could have been the chunk of time I spent picking up some stuff from the store. Or it could have been my dog’s brief jaunt through the neighborhood after exploited an as-yet undiscovered hole in the fence. It could have been the time I spent outside patching said hole. It might have been the walk to and from the library, with a stop at the diner nearby for lunch.
Or it might have been a hole in the space-time continuum. Who knows?
The point is…the days almost over, and I’m not really sure how it happened.
