Sometimes you work damned hard and have nothing to show for it. This week was the opposite with lots achieved. I'm knackered. But where did the time go. Great, loads done, but it went in a flash. It feels more like hours than days.
Talking of hours, on average, we all have eight hours of sleep and eight of work, but where do the other eight disappear to? I can't remember much of it at all.
Actually, that's a bit of a misnomer, time stands still, or at least it doesn't go anywhere. It's us that travel through it. Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. sometimes aware of what we pass by and at others, oblivious to it all.
It's like reading a book on a train. We lose ourselves in the story, transported to another time and place, only to raise our head and find that we are in a different time and place. Not where we started, not where we were in our minds and not where we had consciously transported to.
Going back to my fruitful week; maybe the answer lies in that saying "If you want work well done, select a busy man - the other kind has no time".
There you go, sorted!
