And another week edges closer to the end. Is it me, or did this week just fly by?
I thought summer was a time to slow down, to breathe, to savor the season. That didn’t happen this week.
Not by a long shot.
For disappearing acts, it’s hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work. ~Doug Larson
I’m not sure why—it’s not like anything particularly momentous happened that tipped time screeching toward the end zone.
Nonetheless, we find ourselves perched on the precipice of the weekend.
Hope you had a good week and that you have an even more lovely weekend.