525600 minutes

Today of course had just the right number of minutes in it, like it does every day. Only it didn't quite feel like it. I could have done with an extra few between everything else - enough time to have sat to eat the large hunk of Battenburg I cut to go with my re-heated half mug of tea, instead of cramming it in my mouth whilst simultaneously making tomorrow's packed lunches.
Sometimes I catch myself successfully slotting in another task whilst seamlessly attending to another, and congratulate myself on the way I thought to feed the dog whilst passing through the kitchen with dishes. Mostly however, I notice all that I've not managed to keep on top of as I pick my way through the obstacle course of (fallen and hence unpicked and wasted) apples in the unmown grass, having to use the back door as I've not got round to getting a spare key cut and had lent mine to my girly. Sigh.
Tomorrow's to do list in my work diary has already filled the A5 page so doesn't bode any better. Not even time to find something uplifting from the internet to counteract this downbeat blog. Sorry 'bout that. Feel free to share one of your own in the comments below...