Time is a funny thing. It moves at a snail’s pace when you’re being paid by someone else to spend your time on their work, but it moves quickly when it’s your time. What is the line from that song—days are long but years are short.
Minutes can be an eternity or a blink of an eye, too. It all depends on where you are in relation to the alarm.
For me, an hour close to the alarm sounding is napping with one eye open. I’m sure the alarm won’t sound and I’ll sleep through it, making me late for work. That did happen once. Only because the power went out and we don’t rely on our phones to wake us up.
To make matters worse, I wake up at the same time whether or not I work that day. Without an alarm. It’s my routine.
I just wish I could sleep through those slivers of time and actually be awoken by the alarm clock.
Ah, well. Maybe when I retire. Although I have it on good authority it takes years to break the routine.
Until next time.