Time can pass slowly, things always change

I don’t have much to say. Just reflecting how the perception of the passage of time is relative. The funny thing is, that time always moves at the same rate. 1 second per second. 1 minute per minute and so on. It just seems odd how on some days you can get a ton of stuff done and say “time passed quickly”, and another day get a ton of stuff done and feel completely wiped because “time just dragged”. I can’t think of a day in recent memory where I was able to just relax for a full day, regardless of the relative rate of passage of time. You know, just fuck around and do nothing. I suppose that’s how parents feel. Yeah.