It's strange but for a while now I've been finding that I've always got one more thing to do. Don't get me wrong. At any given time I've got plenty more things to do. My to-do list never goes below about seven items. I keep adding new ones as the old ones get crossed off. Plus there are always things to do that never get on that list because, you know, you don't have to write 'breathe', 'have breakfast', 'go for a walk'. Stuff like that you just don't forget.
No, what I mean is that whenever I want to get to something, be it going to bed, or reading my book, or getting downstairs in time to watch something, I find I still have one more thing to do first. This didn't used to be the case. I blame it on ageing. Life used to be simpler; you just got to the thing you wanted to do next. But now, for some reason, I can't. There's that one more thing first, in the way. Then, when I've done it, there's another thing - meaning it's (still) one more thing. And don't try and throw your logic at me by saying that, in that case, there must have been two more things the first time I thought there was one more thing. Not so. Even then it was one more thing; but after I did it, another came along to make it one more thing.
If you can explain this I'll be in your debt. It seems that time slowed down even while speeding up. A year of life is gone before you know it, but doing that one more thing that's in the way, before the thing you want to get to, takes absolutely ages - and then there's always one other thing that you suddenly realize you still have to do.
It's a mawmby slope.
