Dull

– Well, that's April coming to an end already. I had hardly noticed it was here, to tell the truth. You know, it sometimes feels as if the months are slipping by more quickly than they used to.
– I'm sure they're not. What you're describing is probably just a minor discrepancy in your sense of the passing of time. Probably due to nothing more than your advancing age.
– Thank you. That's a relief. Or perhaps it was because I have been in a particularly cheerful and optimistic mood, and the days have flown by in a joyous blur.
– Have you been particularly cheerful?
– No. Not really. But it sounded better than that I was getting old.
– I didn't say you were getting old.
– It sounded like it to me.
– Maybe I did, then. I can't remember, to be honest.
– Perhaps old age is creeping up on all of us.
– Hardly. I am sure I have my best years ahead of me.
– You mean life will get better than it's been up to this point?
– It would be nice to think so.
– Whereas all I have to look forward to are the days speeding past at an ever-increasing rate?
– I suppose life isn't always fair.
– What if I could slow down the passage of time? I mean, just make it seem slower. To get the most out of each day.
– You could try doing something tedious: that's usually an effective way of dragging out the day. Read a dull book. Try filing the pile of old letters and bills collecting next to the printer. Clean out the interior of the car.
– It seems to be working. I'm feeling the day stretching out interminably as you speak.
– As long as you feel better as a result.
– I'm not so sure I do.