Time and Again
I have a dubious relationship with Time. I do my best to stop and catch it before it gets to far, but still it manages to evade my snares. It probably is because it’s aided by my two children at either side of me, distracting me with feints of illness and injury and simple hunger.
Silly kids.
That is why I’m eating an egg roll at 10 at night.
And a cupcake.
And drinking a beer.