slo mo

I often whine and mumble and complain that time goes too quickly, just as my clairvoyant mother said it would the older I get. Being in my mid to late thirties, I don't particularly enjoy the idea of time moving too quickly. I'm not certain what's occured the past fifteen years to take me from twenty three to my current dilemna of this thirty eight business. I've never felt that old. And I recognize that thirty eight is not really at all "old". Nevertheless, time moves quick and I am often guilty of not looking around a while and appreciating it, which only makes it move that much more quickly.
So this morning it was rather odd that things seemed to be moving in slow motion for me. Water out of the faucet - rather the slowness with which I ran the water. But I had to. I was running water from the Brita filter and the thing kept popping off the faucet. So I had to run the water very lightly. A step beyond a drip really. Then the coffee brewed much slower than usual. Not sure why. The ceiling fan seems to be moving in slower circles above my head. It's already about 82 degrees and I'm a delicate flower that wilts in the heat. The Betta fish aren't even bopping around with their usual verve. Plus I'm wearing my Union City All Stars band tee, above the name it reads "a little slower". Sunday morning. Coming down.