time

There's a HUGE clock on the wall in the gym where I take aerobics. I can almost always tell when we've been going for 10-15 minutes without looking at the clock now...that's when I hit the "I'm never going to get through this whatever possessed me have I lost mind" wall. Then somewhere between 8:30 and 8:45 my blood starts pumping and it stops being quite so tortuous.

I can set the alarm clock 15 minutes early and still just get Bobby out the door on time.

I can start a project a week before its due and create multiple layouts and samples, then 2 hours before its due get a cool, brand new idea and complete the whole project and feel like its worthwhile.

Someone can hand me a project the night before its due and I can finish in ample time, but feel rushed and think the job is only half-way done.

I can leave clothes in the ironing basket for months upon end and never feel that they've sat there too long.

A pile of dirty laundry can sit in a basket for one day and I feel that it's been there for eternity.

I could spend every spare minute of my day reading for three days straight to finish a work of fiction, but to read a non-fiction book for more than 30 minutes makes me tired.

I could cook all day long and love every minute of it, but if I spend more than 20 minutes washing dishes I feel as if I've worked all day long.

A minute is unchanging; always 60 seconds and 1/60th of an hour, and yet I view each one totally different.

and my watch needs a new battery