Ticktock! Ticktock! Ticktock!  Time's rushing through my fingers and spilling in pieces on the floor. Where did you go September? I vaguely remember you from yesterday. I don't know if the rest of you are as astonished as I at the warp speed of this year, but I feel like I'm in a wind tunnel, trying desperately to keep my balance and hold on to my being. And doggone it, that old adage of  time,