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An Hour A Day
“So, it’s fall back, right?”
“Yeah.”
“That means, when I set my alarm for five a.m., it will ring at…at six a.m. right?”
“Well, yeah. Except it’s really been six a.m. all along, we’re just going back to it.”
“Shut up. You’re just confusing me now. It will be six. My body has been thinking it’s six for over six months now. It will be six. So, I can set it for four and my body will think it’s five, and it’s used to five, so that means I get an extra hour.”
“If you say so…”
“I do. Believe me, I need that extra hour.”
Alright, so the hubby and I don’t have the most romantic of conversations every night in bed anymore. But this daylight savings exchange kept me up an extra hour just thinking.
An extra hour. A whole precious sixty minutes, arriving from nowhere, with nothing scheduled to fill its empty seconds.
What I could do with that hour. It boggles the mind.
Actually, I know exactly what I’m going to do with that hour. That hour is going to see my butt in a chair since my writing time has been sharply reduced of late.
Yet the possibilities still float up to me, as if I really did have that extra hour.
I could study Arabic from where I left off after my class last year. Hell, I might even be able to fit in some French. I could take the morning stroll through the garden I always fantasize about, cupping my mug of tea, inspecting the budding and blooms - or this time of year, the fading and frost - and plan the work of next year’s growth. An hour to spend with each of my children in rotation, chatting, laughing, kicking around a soccer ball. An hour to volunteer in a soup kitchen or tutoring adult learners at the library. An hour on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays for that power walk, Tuesdays and Thursdays for yoga as the sun rises…
Bubble baths. I never got excited about bubble baths. They take so long and always run cold, but with an hour to waste and a bit of careless water usage…
Like I said, it boggles the mind. And, like I said, my “extra” hour will be spent with fingers flying over the keyboard, creativity…uh…spewing forth.
But it’s a wonderful thing to spend a few extra minutes thinking of what to do with a whole extra hour. What about you all? What would you do with an extra hour each day?
And doing yoga …