The Long and Winding Weekend

The weekend was supposedly a day longer. I never felt it.
As I get older, it seems like time isn't just slipping by me. It's running away, faster than I can possibly catch it. Everything takes longer than I anticipate. I stop by the office for an hour, and leave four hours later. I sit down to write for 15 minutes, and an hour later I realize that I haven't started the next chore I was supposed to do. And the only time things stand still is when something bad happens, and the bad thing seems to last forever.