On Time Flying

It’s already November-freaking-twentieth.

How does this happen? Where does time go?

Next thing you know, tomorrow will be New Year’s. Wow.

2 thoughts on “On Time Flying

  1. Tell me about it. It’s totally nuts!! Years used to drag by, now you blink and they’re gone. I’m going grey thinking about it.

  2. “Grey”–I see your font of English has been as permanently defiled as mine; I find myself using the British spellings of words far too often. Maybe Noah Webster had the wrong idea way back when. 😉

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