Tempus fugit

Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore, which means, "But meanwhile it flees: time flees irretrievably, while we wander around, prisoners of our love of detail." The expression was first used by Virgil in the poem "Georgics".

This is the office clock - where DOES time flee to? The day slips past so quickly and all the high hopes of what was going to be done that start the day somehow are never quite realised.

Read that Virgil quote again - is that indeed the issue? Too much detail. What about the good old Time Management mantra - "Good enough will do"? I think that I have never been able to embrace that thought - and neither do those I work with.

Thus we are condemned always to race against time - and in a sense always to lose.