Time is Not Standing Still....

But instead, is barreling along like a freight train in the middle of the night, propelling me closer to March...And my deadline. Writing? My hand hurts today from all the writing I did in charts at work. I keep begging the Man to let me quit for a while, and all the benefits it would entail for him. Home cooked meals, like I used to. Apple slices that he's wanted me to make for the last month. A tidy house. I do think of walking away from my job and just getting a stupid job with no real responsibility, so I can concentrate on my Art. I only keep this job because at my age, or any age, being a starving artist is not acceptable. I have, I must confess, been spending money like mad on yarn and other things, thinking that this job situation might not last much longer, and I'll regret not having these things when I'm broke.