Saturday, August 29, 2015


This morning I sent an email to a friend in Madison to see if we could get together next week for lunch. I told him I wanted to do it before summer got away from us completely, but if next week won't work, maybe we can do it sometime in September.

After I sent it I realized that next week is already September. Well, except for Monday and I mentioned that Monday was a bad day.

What is happening to the time? Or for that matter, to my mind?

1 comment:

Ur-spo said...

zenosyne is a fancy word for the emotional feeling time accelerates as we grow older.