Tempus fugit

– and how! I really am amazed to find that it's Friday already. Just where has this week gone? Everybody says that as they get older, so the weeks go past quicker and quicker. What concerns me is that there is so much I want to get done before I shuffle off, but if time goes by at this rate, there is no chance that I will be able to accomplish even half of it. But half a loaf is said to be better than none, so I suppose I will just have to be satisfied with that. On the other hand, I never consider that I should be merely satisfied, especially with having done just half a job. ‘Satisfied' always seems to imply ‘well, OK, could be worse, but could be better'. ‘Could be better' is not good enough!