Oh so it is
Last night at the Turkish soiree at the WTC, the belly dancers reminded me of all the unreplied emails to the local belly dancer instructor that I have meant to send. Then there was the drive by dinner at Ye Old College Inn where suddenly I felt that I just couldn’t talk anymore – exhausted and conversationed out. And yet, lying in bed later I felt still that I hadn’t accomplished all that I set out to do when I had so much to do and no time to do it. What is that all about? And why does it color my every waking moment – I’m the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland – screaming I’m late I’m late for a very important date.