Without Bill — my helper, talker, cook, handyman, dawdler, navigator —

it takes:

Twice as long to wash the car, but twice as fast to pack and go.

Twice as long to season and grill, but twice as fast to eat.

Twice as long to plan a visit, but twice as fast to hug and say goodby.

Twice as long to solve the problem, but twice as fast to fix it.

Twice as long to get there, but twice as fast to get back.

Twice as long to unload groceries, but twice as fast to shop for them.

Twice as long to arrange a game, but twice as fast to play it.

Twice as long to relax, but twice as fast to get going.

Twice as long to roll the project, but twice as fast to finish it.

My life has slowed down and sped up. My life is twice more and twice less.  My life without Bill is twice what it was and twice what it wasn’t.

I miss Mr. Twice-my-life.