Time Warp

I am finding life very frustrating right now.  I’ve lost the same three pounds and gained them back again, over and over for nearly three weeks.  Time is crawling by in what almost seems reverse motion.  Money is flying out the door like gnats seeking out new bananas.  It feels like my shirts are getting shorter and my jeans tighter.

My audio book died while I was walking three blocks from home and the school needs me to fill in for people who are on vacation.  Even the regular book I am reading seems to be stuck in a morbid place that is going nowhere.

I am caught in a vicious time warp, an Alice in Wonderland type place that tests my patience and perseverance.  Once more I find myself chanting the old familiar mantra.

“This too will pass.”

I don’t want to wish my life away, but I’m willing to give up this little piece of it where I do not appear to be accomplishing anything useful, or good, or even fun.

I wish I could just go to sleep and wake up next Tuesday.