My God! where does all the time go? Under the bed?, accidentally pushed into the closet?, pulled down into the garbage disposal? I just can't seem to find enough time in each day to write. Its becoming one of my favorite pastimes yet it constantly cowers away from me like a beaten dog. "C'mer, c'mon, c'mon " coxing only works if I've got a big fat treat in my hand. Or a big block of free uninterrupted time, who has that these days? Obama-plenty of time to visit our Asian ancestors. George Bush, reveling in his I told you so best cowboy boots admiring from horse back his thousands of acres of prairie solitude until he realizes that "god dernit, why is ma fut stuck in this here stirrup like its on backwurds"? Could it be Sarah? who seems to have figured out how to reprint, duplicate, or even mutate time? how does she do it ? she's everywhere but yet says nothing. Whoa! Problem solved. Maybe it's not all its cracked up to be, this thing called time, yeah, definitely overrated!

Nevertheless, got to go, scrambling around like a headless chicken one step in front of father time!! "stay busy my friend"