Where does the time go?

It probably goes to the same place as all my memories, and I'm not sure where that is, which is why I can't find some of my memories either....

It's been a busy couple of weeks--for campaigning politcos and me. I didn't get elected (and neither did at least half of those running for office), but, although I was running, it wasn't for public office. I was just doing my usual running around to get things done and then collapsing at the end of the day.

My sister and I moved our Mom here to Kentucky in mid-October and much of our time the past few weeks has been taking care of her needs, setting up her apartment, etc. That is beginning to slow to a trickle of tasks. She has all her furniture, all the items that were shipped are unpacked and put away and she's beginning to get into the schedule at her new place. Meanwhile, I have finally found some employment--it's tough out there for anyone seeking a job--and I start training tomorrow for two days and then the real work will begin in earnest in about two weeks. I'm taking advantage of my last full day of "freedom" (also known as unemployment) to clean house (now isn't that a clever use of time), work on some art projects and get a leaky tire fixed (see, I do know how to have fun).

I still haven't figured out where all the time goes each day (kind of like trying to understand where all the money in my checking account goes), but I'm okay with that as long as I can still remember mostly what I've done and where I've been. When the "mostly" turns to "rarely", then I'll be concerned. Although, by that point, I guess I won't care because I won't be able to remember enough to be concerned...or care. Now what was it I was supposed to do after I finished bloggering? Hmmmm.