Drowning and Yawns

That weekend flew by entirely too fast.  Feels like a yawn on Friday evening turned into Monday morning.  If somebody tried to watch it, they'd have gotten whiplash.

Not that there wasn't a good bit accomplished over the weekend, it just went by too quickly.  Time can't be real.  It varies too much.

Swimming out to the vehicle in the driving rain, this afternoon, and then trying to drive in the deluge, it became apparent that time can change.  Good times never last long enough; bad times seem to take forever to pass.  They will pass, though.  In time, they may even seem like they were good times.