My husband and I have a "joke" about time. Everything occurs in fifteen minutes. Especially computer and sleep time, but also yearly celebrations. We tell each other things like, "What, it's time to get up already? I just went to sleep 15 minutes ago." Also, "What do you mean you need to use the computer? I just got on 15 minutes ago." The big thing is when we have celebrations, "Enjoy this while it lasts. in 15 minutes it will be time to plan for the next one."
I bring this up because yesterday (Easter) just flew by. I got up before dawn to hide eggs, do the baskets, and prepare some appetizers to take to my sister's house. While I was waiting for everyone else to awaken, I played around on the computer.
After a whirlwind of a day, I was in bed by 9:30. Then 15 minutes later the alarm went off. I pulled myself out of bed and welcomed the new day.
I've read a few things about time flying by. I have my own issues with that phenomena. "It seems like yesterday..." A phrase that crosses my lips more often than not. This is also something I hear people say, followed by something like, "Boy, I'm showing my age..."
Seriously, where does the time go? I try to live life to the fullest. I try to enjoy every aspect of life. I drink in life, love, and being, like I've never drank before. But time, I think, is too short.
I guess I better get busy on my writing, the house chores, and cooking dinner; in 15 minutes it will be time for bed.