Very busy today.

I'm very busy today.

 

That is usually very good because the day goes faster.

But why should I want it to go faster? Shouldn't I savor Life like a fine wine or a beautiful piece of fruit?

 

We rushed around last night getting things done, when I would have much rather relaxed and enjoyed the evening.

 

But rarely does that happen, it seems.

 

Today, I will rush around my office, working hard and doing lots of stuff. Then when I go home, I will rush around my house, working hard to make dinner, do laundry, bring in the trash, clean up stuff, prepare for tomorrow, and so on, until it gets to be around 8ish or so, then I'll have time to relax and maybe get some reading done.

 

Maybe that's why I can't manage to read any book all the way through, I get distracted by my rushing around.

 

Got to go! Work to do!