“Drawing — check.” Nia prayed for prose to present itself. “If we’re going to make it on time…” Calliope ticked along with the clock on the wall, “… we’ve less than 100 more ticks.” Thalia continued smudging with the Q-tip and released a heavy sigh. “Who — I wonderrrrr — invented the clock.”
Gaaa! A two legged cat! The stuff of nightmares. The back and forth on the time topic brings to mind (well, mine) the lyric from a song by Chicago around half a century ago:
“Does anybody know what time it is
Does anybody really care.”
Which in turn reminds me of the tollbooth operator that controlled access to St. George Island, southwest of Tallahassee. Word on the street was he hated being asked about, well, anything. So of course folks asked “When is high tide? How large are the waves? What fish are being caught today?”
He would reply in a gruff, perturbed tone, “If you came to fish, fish!”
In my most circuitous way, I think that relates to how we pilot our own time machines. Time to fish!
First...
I LOVE the “nicked” cat!
The look on the cats face says to me, OMG, where are my arms? 
I can almost hear the cat saying, “I can’t believe she stopped drawing. I wonder why she stopped? I need my arms... where are my arms!
Second...
This is a GREAT quote!
“The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot.” ~Michael Altschuler 
Nicked version:
“The bad news is, time flies. The good news is, you’re flying.”
~Bobby Kountz, Inspired by M. Altschuler
What is a good length for an article? Is a blog post different than an article? Does length matter?
Or, is it about feeling satisfied with the length because the content was rich, rather than fluffy?
I wonder?
https://medium.com/be-bold/the-bad-news-is-time-flies-the-good-news-is-youre-the-pilot-michael-altshuler-8486d3790382
Gaaa! A two legged cat! The stuff of nightmares. The back and forth on the time topic brings to mind (well, mine) the lyric from a song by Chicago around half a century ago:
“Does anybody know what time it is
Does anybody really care.”
Which in turn reminds me of the tollbooth operator that controlled access to St. George Island, southwest of Tallahassee. Word on the street was he hated being asked about, well, anything. So of course folks asked “When is high tide? How large are the waves? What fish are being caught today?”
He would reply in a gruff, perturbed tone, “If you came to fish, fish!”
In my most circuitous way, I think that relates to how we pilot our own time machines. Time to fish!
“Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana” — Anthony Oettinger
Often incorrectly attributed to Groucho, according to Wikipedia