Do you ever wonder where all those glorious seconds, minutes, and hours go that recently poured through your fingers on an idle weekend or a cool evening, when suddenly you feel like you're racing the clock on some crazed, hurried weekday?
Nowhere. They're still there, Laurel, lazing around. They just look different when you focus upon what you haven't done, instead of what you have done.
Your output is legendary,
The Universe
You're way ahead of schedule, Laurel.
