Where does the time go? …
Some days the time goes by and you wonder where the day has gone, sometimes you wonder where the month has gone. Today was one of those days when I worked on automatic pilot and before I knew it evening had arrived.
So, what did I do with my day that made it go so fast without me realising it. I kept busy I suppose. Making lentil soup for lunch, a batch of soda bread (my first attempt) which turned out rather well, I think, anyway it tasted okay dunked into the soup. Reading in between jobs – finishing an excellent book called Once Upon a River by Bonnie Jo Campbell, one of those books that you don’t want to end, but you really do because you want to know what happens, then you want to start reading it all over again. Going out for my daily walk, only half an hour or so but I really miss it if I don’t get out for a bit, seeing what’s going on in the village, stopping to talk to others who are doing the same thing.
I think a routine helps in the winter – it doesn’t change much from week to week but it provides a structure to work within. Most days I sit and work on my writing for an hour then start thinking about making dinner after which I pick up my needlepoint and sew for a while, and before I know it, it’s time for bed. Well I guess that’s where my day went.
Do you find the same thing happens to you – where the day just whizzes by and you wonder where it has gone?