bananas.

somehow,
every single day,
i'm running behind schedule.
time seems to bend around me,
speeding up on either side of right now,
wherever i happen to be and whatever i happen to be doing.
i look up, and i'm late.
that's a thing.
i thought time was only supposed to fly when i was having fun?
turns out,
time gets impatient waiting around for me to have any fun,
and speeds up anyway while i'm trying to do what needs doing.
i feel like i'm moving at half the rate of everywhere else.
and if it's a true statement about derailed routines at home?
ugh.
then it's doubly true while i'm at work.
i'm coming home late as often as not,
but i'm never doing any extra.
that's just dumb, neighbors.
if i'm working longer, it should be because i'm getting more of all of it.
bigger pieces, more money, additional clients, the works.
instead,
the days are getting longer despite me charging full-steam ahead
through each and every hour.
the minutes just aren't amounting to an equivalence of effects.
y'know?
i'm supposed to have pastimes an' that,
not get passed by and surpassed by time.
bummer.
i guess i'll choke down a ton of treats and get fat instead.
hahahaha.
check the march-madness-type teleport:

banana bread!
whenever my daughters are around we get all kinds of fruit,
and then,
when they've been gone for a little minute,
there're always bananas hanging out for a while.
personally,
i don't ever crave a banana...
but once the skins get all bruised and doo-doo brown?
i loooove making a loaf of large-and-in-charge hottness out of 'em.
yes.
i get it poppin' with toasted pecans and coconut meal,
ground oat flour, brown sugar, vanilla,
soy yogurt, and vegan sour cream!
yes indeed, duders.
i like it extra moist and extra sweet,
and totally laden with other other extras.
oh, yeah,
and i added two kinds of chocolate chips, too,
since too much is always the right amount.
maybe i'm making an event horizon out of deliciousness?
y'know?
time bends inward at the heaviest gravitational surface.
i'm on that high-density maximum mass in the minimum volume,
while operating at full steam, full-strength, and full-decibels.
loud, fresh, hard,
and so fast it's actually slowing down the seconds and minutes
on firsthand second helpings of heaps of hot foodstuffs?
holy crap.
that makes sense.
it's all really happening,
but it weighs tons and tons...
it's picking up speed like a juggernaut,
so maybe i'll try being grateful for the initial snail's pace
before the rush and attack takes over totally;
never quiet, never soft.....