CXIII (113) Flies

Flies. Not the kind that land in the ointment, the kind that is a verb referring to time and how quickly it passes us by. As I write these words, my dog Fozzy is bringing me back to the present moment by pawing at my knees.

Blink.

Now it’s 3 hours later for me.

I guess there was the the several hours of Muay Thai earlier, a meeting with my new company, and some quality time with my wife… but this day really got away from me. You might say it flew by. Some times it seems like it passes slow, but…

Time flies.