Time...
Time....indeed it is of the essence. "Time is money", "Time will tell", "Time will heal", However, it is amazing how hard it is to actually capture 'time.' Hours suddenly become a day (well, ok, yes, 24 hours to be exact), days meld into one another and suddenly months have passed by, even years. But what about weeks, you ask? Well, who needs those anyway when time is zipping by you at warp speed (much like Michale J Fox and his Delorean and flux capacitor). And so birthdays are forgotten, names muddled, memories grow fuzzy, and anniversary dates are jettisoned from our minds or catalogued deep in the remotest of crevasses in our brains. And the cruel irony of it all is that as the years parade off into the sunset, these crevasses get deeper, more remote and less accessible. And so it is within this cruel and Alzheimer-like backdrop that time had its wicked way with me and spat me out the other end to this present moment: thirtysomething, thrifty ...