Time's an odd thing. Scientifically, it's a constant. Sixty seconds today ... is sixty second tomorrow. Sixty seconds for me ... is sixty seconds for you. But, as Doctor Who once said ... actually ... from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint ... it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly ... time-y wimey ... stuff.
Let's take this weekend for example. It was the same time span ... Friday night to Sunday night ... as always. And yet this weekend lasted ... oh, I'd say about a week.
The last couple weekends passed very quickly. I'm not sure if it was because I spent a lot of time at Stoney's house. Or maybe it was because we had a lot of activities planned those weekends. Time just flows differently at his house. I remember dozing off in New Bed on a Friday night and feeling like I woke up on a Sunday morning. The time just flew.
This weekend? Not so much.
It's not a bad thing. I've actually accomplished a lot. Sure ... I could've done without yesterday's nonsense. But despite it, I was able to sort through all my junk mail ... which I'd let pile up to an obscene amount. I shredded anything with my name on it and things are much neater now. I finished two loads of laundry ... ran the vacuum cleaner upstairs ... cleaned the bathroom ... went to the grocery store.
There's still things I need to do ... but I'm pretty proud of what I finished despite someone pissing all over my parade. I also could've done without hearing Honey Boo Boo and the Squidbillies having a 48 hour hootenanny ... but ... hey ... no one got shot so ... winning?
I'm winning and I don't intend on losing again
Steve Winwood - I'm Winning