Too Many Hours

Yesterday I had a strange sensation that I rarely have— there are too many hours in the day! Normally I’m wishing for more time to do the many things I both enjoy doing and have to do, but yesterday the clock just seemed to move so slowly and I had to think, “What am I going to do now?”  

 

Mind you, I had spent the morning answering 15 e-mails that needed to be answered, had a Zoom call with someone in Rio de Janeiro about future work there in January, wrote a variety of checks needed to be paid and got them in their respective envelopes. I recorded another practice podcast, posted a blog, played piano, had lunch with my wife and Stephen Colbert (well, on the screen). Then off for a long bike ride with a stop in the park to play some cornhole by myself. Back home and it was only 4:00. Two hours before cooking dinner! What to do? 

 

After the habitual checking e-mails on the computer and messages on the phone, I sat on the back deck with my Crostic puzzle. That took care of 30 more minutes. But still 90 minutes until dinner. 

 

It’s a strange feeling figuring out how to fill the hours and wondering why they pass so slowly. You think that would be a blessing and far preferable to them racing by with mortality’s clock ticking. But somehow it’s unsettling.

 

According to the Stats, there's another weird uplift in this blog's readers— some 2,000 yesterday! I never know if that's really or a bunch of bots, but no matter. But if they're real readers, I should be barraging them with election information that can help nudge them in the right direction. And believe me, there is only ONE right direction. Instead, this odd little piece about too many hours in the day. Oh well. 

Now on to lunch.