Ever noticed how time seems more compressed when we think we have some to spare? As if some malevolent little horological goblin is winding back the mainspring. Till Eulenspiegel, in cohorts with Einstein, perhaps?
Whatever the explanation, I find myself once again racing the clock. All this means for blog readers is that I am cheating. Sort of. I’m resorting to kitten pictures. Again.
… from the Crookedbrains site.