It was time well wasted
And there's no way I'd trade a few more dollars or things crossed off my list
For a day I'll never forget
No I didn't get a thing done
But I sure soaked up every minute of the memory we were makin'
And I count it all as time well wasted
It's all about time, and the closer I get to the casket, the more I value it.
Here is the next part of the assignment -- a photo that reflects my mood. I am wishing my life away by wanting summer to hurry and get here. I want pool water at 73 degrees at least and outside temp in the 80s. I want to sleep without setting an alarm clock. I want to drink coffee and go for a walk before I slowly start my day. As Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Name Desire says, "I want to rest! I want to breathe quietly again!" I want summer!