It doesn't even matter that time is an illusion;  the days seem to be getting shorter and shorter.  I'm not talking about the length of the daylight hours, mind you.  I'm talking about the days themselves.  Twenty-four hours is not as long as it used to be.  I can remember, as a kid, the days seemed to drag on, to run together, especially in the summer.  Three months was a lifetime.  Nowadays, it's up by 6:15, to work by 8, lunch at 11:30, home at 5, to bed at 12, and so on and so forth.  Time as a commodity is hitting a high water mark in worth, but it seems to disappear like smoke in a breeze.  I try to slow down often, to conserve as much time as I can, but I'm always busy.  So much to do, so little time to do it.  I can barely catch a good couple of hours gaming on the weekdays.  Gone are the marathon sessions of old; the days of my youth long past.  I try to squeeze in a sit-in (4 hours+) or two a month, but I always end up paying for it.  I haven't even been on the site as much these past few months.  I pray the illusion slows down enough for me to catch my breath, physically, mentally, and spiritually.  For now, however, I'm just trying not to lose my grip on the wheel.