Time does not exist.

Every morning A asks me, what times did you feed him? I always answer, I don’t know. It’s always a blur by morning.

After leaving our town library’s moving and grooving class today, I thought to myself, what time did that start? I’d like to try to remember to go back next week, but I can’t remember.

Just now, after putting Mr. E down for a nap, I quickly ate a sandwich while spending a little time on the internet. Then thought to myself, what time did he go down? I don’t know.

It’s like I can’t keep track of time to save my life. Thankfully my cell phone history will tell me when he went down, because I texted A right after putting him down.