Here is a puzzle about which I have been giving ponderance . . .
How is it that when we’re trying to get out the door — putting on shoes/jackets, loading instruments/music/etc. into the car, checking the stove — the clock can jump 20 minutes in a blink, so that we’re suddenly verging on lateness,
but,
during the waiting time between musically leading the procession of Portuguese Festival participants to the Mission and when we led them back to the staging area, we were able to walk in a leisurely manner back to the car, drink water, sit for a bit, relax, and 5 minutes felt like half an hour?
?
Funny.
Another Lovely Day 
Time is a clue to our ability to perceive; it could be we are not so perceptive. “…there never seems to be enough time, to do the things we want to do, once we find them.” (Time in a Bottle, Jim Croce)
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Hi sturner2! Could be that :o)
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EXACTLY.
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:o)
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I identify with the “checking the stove” thing! Instilled by my Mom :)
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Greetings, fellow stove-checker! :o)
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time will fool you, it never skips a beat!
David in Maine USA
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So true — I think I’d better keep a closer eye on it! Thanks for stopping by, David.
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