Every minute of every day contains the same amount of time. 60 seconds. 60 minutes in an hour. 24 hours in a day. All those slices of time are the same, right?

If so, then why is it that some days seem to go by so much faster than others?

That concern can be especially perplexing if a day goes by quickly and yet nothing substantial or memorable is accomplished. Or, you’re just old. Days go by quicker when you’re old.

The days leading up to my death do not seem to move along faster than other days but they do seem to drift away in such a manner that I’m surprised when the end of the day arrives.

I have two lists of objectives to accomplish before I die.

One list is critical. High on that list is an upcoming anniversary. Another item near the top is what I call housekeeping; a laundry list of items for my wife (what to do with some of my belongings that did not make it into the formal will).

The second list contains a variety of items such as creating a photo slideshow of our time together; children, vacations, and so on. Easier said than done. Also on the list are my online passwords; all 187 of them. Don’t be impressed. My wife has more.

Another accomplishment that won’t be completed is saying a simple goodbye to friends and family members. In person. Blame it on ALS, the pandemic, and geography.

Regardless, my last days are drifting away.