Running out of Time Already

It's almost 11 p.m. here now and I'm finally getting down to writing you.
Amazing how working just takes all your friggin' time.
Eight or more hours in the working day. And then here, I gotta leave an hour each way to get there, although today, luckily enough, we got there in about 45 minutes and snagged two seats the whole way.
You just never can tell with the Tube.
My son says it's all about how many trains come.
Duh.
Anyway, so that's ten hours at least.
Then we got delivery Chinese for dinner tonight. So didn't even cook.
But we called my youngest son -- and talked to him for quite awhile.
Ate dinner.
Had a couple errands to tend to.
Watched an episode of a television series on Queen Elizabeth II that I'm enjoying.
And that's about it for today.
Time for bed.
And start over tomorrow.
This is the problem with working.
It's about all you can fit in really.
But then, you don't have time to dwell on anything else. Or do much else.
You get up, go to work, work all day, come home, and that's your life.
So you don't need to get a life.
Because that is your life.