On the cusp of May

Is it just me or does the title of this blog posting really sound rather dirty?

Another month gone then.
I’ve been thinking lots about the passing of time this week. Do days really start to fly by quicker as the summer months approach? Increasingly so as we get older? Or is it just that our interpretation of them change?
On April 23rd, I thought “My God, there’s only another week until May. Spring is flying by..” Whereas on January 23rd I was thinking “Oh my God, we’ve got another week of January to get through yet”
Could it all be in my head, I wonder?
There are always 24 hours in a day; 7 days in a week, but my attitudes towards them change throughout the seasons. Could this be the answer to my Winter Blues problems? Simply learn to look at it differently and convince myself to think another way? Can it be done that way? Do I have the mental capacity and wherewithal? Is that the first time ever I’ve used the word ‘wherewithal’ in my Chronicles? Am I trying to set a record for the most number of question marks used in a blog posting? Do I dare to eat the peach? Etcetera, etcetera, etc.

Who was it who said “Man is a subtle beast, improved by learning patience”?
I can’t remember, but whoever he is, he never faced the Thursday rush of pensioners in a supermarket.

RC 30-4-13