Have you noticed how time has taken on a new fluidity in the last two years, ever since our world so drastically changed? Hours, days, even weeks seem to expand and shrink for no reason. A morning can become evening with scarcely an hour passing (or so it seems), yet the hours through the dark of night can last an eternity. Perhaps it's working from home that makes time so malleable. Schedules are less rigid with flexible start and finish times, and there's no need to time your morning to catch a bus or train for work. As good as all this sounds, I find myself losing hours, even whole sections of days. Weeks readily morph into months. And where did the last two years go? I need to set daily goals, even if they seem trivial and ridiculous: water garden, do laundry, go for a walk. If I don't use a list, a day can do its magical morphing and disappear with me accomplishing absolutely nothing. I don't know if it's because of COVID, if it's working from home, or if there is another reason altogether for these lost hours, but my mother was absolutely right. Time flies, whether you're having fun or not!