As time goes by
It’s Sunday evening, November 3rd. I was alerted that time fell backward today, so I had to reset the clocks. If I were to just leave it at that, I would live one hour longer than I ever thought I would. Or not. Heard recently of someone who said you can’t make a quilt longer by cutting off one end and sewing it on the other.
Speaking of time, I have been revisiting Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.’s Slaughterhouse Five all afternoon. I read it for the first time decades ago. How time flies, as the Tralfamadorians might say (to keep it simple for us humans).