Sing me the world's saddest song.

In the never-ending battle to conquer the TO-DO list, I spent all of yesterday doing what in my mind should take 30 minutes to an hour. I weed-eated the front yard and edged the lawn. I also weeded my herb and rose garden and watered. I did not poison the gravel or spread the flea killer.
I sorted my bras and threw out the old lame ones. I made my bed, but did not change my sheets or vacuum.
I bought hair color. But I did not apply it. Nor did I scrub the sink. I did clean the toilet, but the vanity still needs to be wiped down.
I rehung the photos in the living room and mounted my two new wine racks. But I did not hang my new curtains. Nor did I build the second solar screen for my house or put up the insulating plastic to keep out the dust and the cold/heat.
I remounted the handle on the laundry room door, and I took out the recycling and the trash. I mopped the kitchen floor and washed the dishes and cleaned the counters. But I did not re-grout the tile, or clean the exhaust fan, or bring the dog food in from the car.
I vacuumed and mopped the living room and dining room and washed the couch down. But I did not mop the office or wipe down the baseboards. And I dusted only in the living room. The office is still covered.
I have not reupholstered the chair or cleaned the rug that Davis threw up on. I did not mow the back yard, or clean up the toys. I did not clean out the Fridge, but I did do laundry.

And what I want to know, is, where does the time go?