Where HAS the time gone?

Where it all goes. What a question.

This isn't a return. Rather, it's a guilt post. I'm fighting my "start something and move the hell on" personality trait by doing this.

Last Thursday was my last time here, so here's a quick recap of the days between then and now:

Friday - Boy Day. My poor little guy was fighting a cold, so the evening was spent cuddling and coddling.
Saturday - More cuddling and coddling.
Sunday - Boy went to his dad for a couple of days. I spent Sunday on the couch, watching sports and knitting. Yes, knitting. Sunday night, Miles came over and we made heroic ribeyes and spinach salad. Everything after 8:00 pm was lost to vodka.
Monday - Too much work. I hate Too Much Work. That means I have to actually do personal business on personal time. Last night was baseball, which takes priority over everything else, including laundry and blogs.
Today - Too much work. Also, too much dizziness. The temperature here dropped, the wind picked up, and my autumn allergy season has slapped me upside the head. Therefore, I'm waiting for the Claritin Speedball to kick in. The Claritin Speedball is one 24-hour Claritin, two Extra-Strength Excedrin, and two drops of Vasocon in each eye. As soon as I can move my head without waiting for my eyesight to catch up, I'll go back to work.

On second thought, I'd better go back to work now. Time's slipping away again.