In a day you have 24 hours. X amount of time to do what needs done. Of the things you do, time spent in worry or frustration end up completely wasted. Nothing you worry about today really matters in the future. The present quickly becomes the past, eroding the future. Pretty crazy!
Mom has plans for the last few days I am home. Yesterday, she had set aside things to do. Today, those things have been modified. She is so sick, she insists she can do and yet, she can't. Today, we were supposed to visit one of her friends. And we did. She has been sleeping and is in pain and does not feel good. But, we went. She was pissed at me several times, so she appears to be on the plus side of not feeling good. As much as I hate how she snips at my soul, it does make me realise she finally feels well enough to do so.
She gets mad when I make her late or my plans interfere with something she needs or if I bug her about doing something she has put off. She is certain she'll have time. I'm not.
If she'd only stop burning the clock and accept the hours she is given may be shorter than she wants. And maybe transporters would exist and it would rain lemon drops.