Time

Time is a funny thing. 

You take the average week. 
Monday is the worst day of the week for most people.  Coming out of a weekend, that's the first day back to work.  It seems to go on forever.  By the end of the day it feels like an entire week all by itself.  Tuesday is slow, but not quite as slow as Monday.  Before you know it, Wednesday or "hump day" as we like to call it sometimes (the "hump of the week") is here and the day's actually feel like they are starting to speed up.
Thursday comes in and we're already making plans for the coming weekend.  And finally, Friday.  Ah, Friday, the shortest, fastest day of the week.  Monday seemed like a hundred years ago.  Now the end of the week is here.

The weekend kicks in and we're off doing chores, recreational stuff, family things and for some, alas, work.  Before you know it, we're back to Monday.  A vicious circle the rewinds continuously. 

Since the accident, this cycle, as with everyone else, has played out week after week.  Weird thing is, I still recall the accident like it was yesterday.  Every detail of the scene, the hospital, everything.  And I can't get it out of my head.  It's been fifteen weeks since that dreaded day.  That means this cycle has replayed fifteen times!  It sure doesn't feel like that as each week plays out.  Time is a funny thing, isn't it.  It flies by, and it crawls, all at the same time (pardon the pun).