Where did my week go?

It seems that just as the year is going fast, this month has sped by at a lightning-fast pace. My whole week is finished at the blink of an eye. It was Monday not so long ago, so where did it all go?

Well, Tuesday was taken up attending a funeral. That usually eats up a chunk of hours, plus the emotional upheaval can be taxing.

Then I did take a two-day trip to the Valley in the middle of the week. I accomplished several errands, then had a meeting with "We Three Writers," a critique group we're resurrecting. We worked so well together before I moved, but I moved up here, then another member moved to Hawaii, and the group ceased to function. The other lady came back to Arizona a while ago, so I said to them, let's do this again. Let's use email and meet once a month, and get our writing polished. The other two ladies are willing, so it's a go.

In the evening, I attended a meeting of Salt River Scribes, a chapter of American Night Writers Association. That was pure delight, meeting their new member and seeing old friends again. They want me to attend every month, but we'll have to see if that works out for me. Maybe it will, if the critique group and the ANWA chapter always hold meetings on the same day, and I can find a place to stay.

After the meeting, I camped at a friend's home for the night, writing for a couple of hours before I went to bed. The next morning, I stayed around to write some more, then finished the rest of my errands and came home.

I have no idea where Friday disappeared to. This morning I went into town for a luncheon, and I've spent the rest of the day writing.

Do you have weeks like this?