Five days a week, our alarm goes off at 6:05 a.m.  Early, but better than 6:00.  I exercise and stretch until 7:00 and am showered and at breakfast no later than 7:30.  I’ve followed that schedule since we moved closer to my job, eighteen years ago. 

My goal has been to be at work by 8:30 and I always am if I have an 8:30 appointment.  But when I don’t, I am never later than 8:45.  Or at least that is the way it used to be.

Lately, I get to my desk at 8:40 regularly, sometimes as late as 8:50.  I’m not doing anything differently, but I seem to have lost ten minutes somewhere.

I’m reminded of my mother’s visits when she was 70-something.  Peter and I and the kids would be dressed and ready to go, wondering what was taking “Mana” so long.

I get it that time goes faster as we age, but something else is going on.

It might be…that I am going slower.