I'd always heard it said that time goes faster as one gets older, but this is ridiculous. I know it was just the other night when I looked up at the full moon, and don't you know it was back again last night? A whole month gone by and I missed it? Shadows on the barn wall show up in completely different places in the morning, and the girls have to go in by 7 p.m. now. It seems to me the world is spinning out of control here, and what's up with that?
Another example is that I run out of day before I run out of chores. My to-do list in the morning turns into my not-done list at night. All my good intentions aren't worth a tinker's damn. My mother used to say, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again." Okay, Mother, I'm going to give it a good try today. We'll see how much I can get done before the moon comes up again. We'll see.