now doth time waste me

One of the things I’ve discovered in my dotage is that time does not expand automatically to accommodate the ever more unruly number of activities a person chooses to pursue. It used to, I’m swear it did. Highly unfair as it is, though, no amount of whining seems to change the fact that my finite allotment of time is nowhere near sufficient.

Something has to give, and lately it’s been my popslash life. Again, highly unfair, since my popslash brings me far more joy and satisfaction than my “pays the bills” life does at the moment. My priorities seriously need readjusting.