Every evening , I talk to one of my daughters. Where she is , it is her wake up time. Where I am ,it is almost bed time. My time is in the present, to me, her time is already tomorrow. Very confusing . We often joke that
it feels as if I am a day behind. I've written before about how fast time seems to be going . There are two constants in my day. The two walks I take with Dixie. Everything else is fill in. Some times, I wonder what I did all day because there is nothing tangible
to show for it. Maybe an inch of knitting, or another chapter read. That doesn't seem very productive, so I make a pot of soup to share with my son and DiL ,or I plant rows of garlic. That is productive and I have something tangible to show. I like the "show
" part better .Either way, time is moving at warp speed and I'm hanging on to the strap ,doing my thing , in my own time.