As the clocks shifted and our sense of time warped, as it does semi-annually, my own sense of time shifted as well. Hyperdrive, you might say. The chores, the preparation, the meetings, all are on the verge of piling up for November. The month itself is never long enough, and always seems overflowing. Like an end-of-the year February.
There are moments of downtime in the next four weeks, but they don’t appear to come where I need them.