Time, time, tickin' in my head...

Such elaborate contraptions to capture the movement of that elusive thing called time. Philosophical stuff aside, it's time for me to quit goofing around and get the short story edited. And then finish up the edits I've promised others. So today I'm the white rabbit, racing down the rabbit hole, fretting about lost time and the consequences of being late. I really don't want the queen to chop off my head, so I'd best get moving...