I feel like Friday morning slid into Monday morning without me stopping for breath.
On Friday, I was working on a grant application and on Saturday I went to a story workshop and a couple of other events, Sunday morning I went to another storytelling event – so I know how I spent that time but Sunday afternoon is kind of a blur.
I mean, I know I walked the dog, planted a few bulbs and did a little reading but I didn’t spend very long at either one – I really don’t know where my time went.
I’m not complaining about that – I feel good about my weekend and even about the mysteries of yesterday- it’s just weird how time shifts and reshapes if I don’t tell myself to pay close attention.