I know how he feels.
While time seems at time to race, it simultaneously seems to creep.
I was up before 6, awake before 5 this morning.
By 10 I'd dined on the last scrap of a loaf of cheese bread, a slice of orange left over from a sweet potato dish SWMBO prepared, a handful of big red grapes, and consumed a couple of cups of coffee.
I'd done a small load of laundry and remade my bed.
I'd washed a tiny amount of dishes from the night before.
I'd read some from a recent Arizona Highways magazine.
I'd browsed the news on the Internet and read some emails.
I'd done my daily 10 minute bask in the sun.
I'd contemplated a necessary trip to the public library.
Maybe it's not such a slow start.
Maybe it's time for a nap.
(yawn)
