Now that I’m retired, I’m convinced the clock has a mind of its own.
Some days, I get so caught up in writing that I look up and realize it’s already past lunchtime. Didn’t I just sit down? Apparently, I’ve been in the groove for hours!
Other days, I keep working, but the clock barely moves. I’m sure an hour has passed. Nope. Ten minutes. 😂
What do your days look like? Does time fly, drag, or keep you guessing?
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