It’s Wednesday evening. Wednesday! What happened to Tuesday?
I know it was around here somewhere, because I remember writing my Sixth Sense rhyme on Tuesday, and then I blinked. And now it is Wednesday evening. Not even Wednesday morning… Wednesday evening.
These time control super powers are rubbish. I may have to send them back, but I have destroyed the return envelope and can’t remember where I got them. My intention on Monday was to control time. Not to make it do anything it shouldn’t do (as King Canute tried to do with the sea last week… erm, whenever it was) but to slow it down so I can have a little more of it.
I haven’t wasted time.
I haven’t been very busy and found myself running out of it when I was doing something.
I haven’t even been clock-watching.
I have, however, still arrived at Wednesday evening and have no idea where the time has gone to. I would say I have been magically transported here, and it is actually Tuesday now, but it isn’t – and I haven’t.
I’ve arrived at Wednesday evening, at my own pace, in my own time, and no amount of trying to change the course of time will make a difference. I would have arrived here anyway. I really must pay more attention to the journey rather than where I’m going…
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