Lately I feel pressed for time in all directions. Work. Home. Health (?). Friends. Where do I find the time to do what I love? Isn't it silly to only find time for drawing on a plane? When do I find time to visit my online friends, and visit other sites, see new artwork, chat, learn? And non-virtual friends - it's even harder to find a way to all get together.
Tonight my nephews were supposed to come over for a relaxing sleepover, but yesterday their grandmother died, suddenly and of a stroke, so I am going up to NH to be with the family and just have a hug with those kids. Yes, they're almost 15 and "understand" death but in reality they are still little kids, excited about going to see their Nonna and surprising her with a visit. Yes, they understand that it was a "good death" in that she didn't suffer and didn't linger on this earth too long after suffering that stroke, but oh boy... they are sad and hurting and all I want to do is to get up there and actually touch them. It's almost an overwhelming feeling, this need to touch.
So, there goes the day off at home. Can't sort out those old clothes for Goodwill. Can't go to the postoffice. Can't do all the itsy-bitsy chores that fill up a day...but I can be there for my boys, give them a big hug for me and for them and help them thru this sad time.
Ah well... I guess I do understand where time really goes.