Aunt Ruth at Ninety-Eight


On Friday, several of my colleagues were complaining that last week had seemed very long. It might have been that the days of sunshine after so much rain the week before made everyone want to not be at work. Or maybe the change to Daylight Savings Time made us work later, forgetting to leave because the 5:00 p.m. sun made it feel like it was only 3:00 o'clock. We all agreed that whatever it was, it had been a very long week.

It's true that some weeks fly by, and others seem as slow as molasses. For example, exam weeks seem endless when you are a student. The last weeks of pregnancy are long for the expectant parents. But vacation weeks fly by.

When you are 70-something, you welcome the long weeks and the short ones. Just having weeks is good.


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