Time, Considered as a Helix of "Aaargh, where did it all go?"

Please to tell me that everyone does this: that you all watch something approach from afar and think, there's lots of time, there's lots of time, there's... OMGWTF there's no time left at all!!

I had such plans, so many things I meant to do before I left; and now I will have to leave most of them undone. Eek. It is very bad.

We're bad because we're bad because we're bad because we're bad

Barry has decided that this is the ideal time to be a fusscat: to sit on my knee and butt his head against my typing hands, lick sticky marmalade residues off my fingers*, generally demand all the attention that there is or can be.

Mac has scheduled this day for Being As Annoying As He Can Be, to both of us, which is - well. Very Annoying Indeed.

Me, I seem to have concluded that today was the perfect day to shop for household goods. That's for the house that I am about to leave empty for a month, on the day when I have so very much else and more urgent to be doing.

Still'n'all. I have, as aforementioned, coffee'n'bun. I have devilled kidneys and mushrooms on toast for a late lunch. I have wine for later yet, smoked haddock for kedgeree after that. [I posted my kedgeree recipes so long ago, they predate my LJ entirely; you will find them on my original website blog, here and here. Hee. I think the blog was more solemn, in those days. I R Sirius Riter...] Fudz-wise, I am provided. I need not leave the house again today.

*Typing with Coffee and Bun, I can do this. Typing with Coffee and Bun and Demanding Cat, not so much...