Time flies the same when youre doing nothing as it does when youre having fun.
Or maybe its just that nothing and fun have conjoined.
Either way, the idiom has less to do with enjoyment than it does attention.
See:
January came and went in a series of storm cycles that faltered en route from the coast.
Clouds hung around like damp cotton.
The freezing level jumped and dove.
And hey lookit, still no job.
Cal and Nich had a huge day in the Pass with Ross.
Green; 5k walk out, and the truck broke.
SAR notified just in case those guys behind them didnt show up.
Later, the truck really broke and Callum brought up going back to Kamloops.
The thing drains money as quickly as the chocolate rack at the grocery checkout.
RMR Parks helping to pass the time | Blake-John Travers photo
We sit around a lot, and talk.
Talk about ski boots: cover every angle of the ski boot.
Try on ski boots and talk about what were looking for in a ski boot.
Offer advice on ski boots; bring up stories of old pairs of ski boots, sagely.
New snow is like an electric jab in the ribs.
We measure depth on the railing with a tape measure and take bets on how much its snowed.
Like 65% still dumping!
Head to bed with a purpose in case it really pans out.
Ski anyway when it doesnt pan out, just dont rush it.
The days of the week are set to tumble dry.
Tuesday feels like Friday and Saturday like Wednesday.
Blake-John Travers photo
We get as close to running out of toilet paper as is comfortable.
Im going back to Calgary.
Give it a few days and hes back sleeping on our couch.
February blows through town just as quickly as the next storm.
Time flies, I’m telling you.
