Frustration

There are few things that bother me more than disrespect and loss of time. This week I have been on the run, due to circumstances. Part is due to the economy and part is due to the time of year. And here is my wife on vacation and I do not even have time to see her.

So, I contemplate is frustration...anger? Anxiety? And I do not have an answer yet. And who is causing the frustration? My own actions? The enemy of my soul? Or even God who keeps me from things that might not be good?

A few years ago I read a book that talked about the 5 languages of love. My language is time. It always evades me and it it requires that I work to not lose it or waste it. Another book revealed I "fear" the loss of time.

And so, the deadline (A weird word for a person consumed by time.) for my paper is today. And I am off to ake the donuts.