Where does the time go? It seems like only moments ago that we were declaring ourselves “on sabbatical” and walking into that suspiciously large gap in the trunk of that lightning-blasted tree, and now here we are, back, seemingly refreshed, and with absolutely no knowledge of the intervening months.
Our questioner suffers from this too, though it seems unlikely that they too were found wandering, naked and alone, in that fog bank. No, they just find that no matter what, they don’t seem to have as much time as they used to. Can we fix that? Dear listener, you’d better fucking believe that we can.