Where does our time go? What eats up so much of it? I can't even remember all the details of my days when I get home at night, forget remembering anything when I get up the next morning. Is this the proverbial "life passing you by?" How do you change that? How do I make more time when there isn't much I'm willing to give up? Why are there always more questions than answers?
Anyone? Bueller?
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I know what you mean. I've even driven home and not known how I got there because I don't remember driving home. There must be an auto-pilot feature that my alter-ego knows about.
You got me in trouble with the last comment there, Ferris. I had burst out laughing and it is so quiet over here you would think I worked at a library.
You mean you have screaming infants and tantrum-ridden toddlers in your place of business too? Quiet, what's that?
:)
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