If I had an extra hour ...
You know what? I don't need an extra hour, not really. It often feels like I do, but when I go through the list of possibilities, things that could be accomplished in one short hour -- go for a walk, have a nap, read, declutter that heap o'stuff on the end cabinet in the kitchen, write that post, phone my mother -- they are all things I could do any day of the week. I don't, because I let other things get in the way, or maybe I just prioritize differently, or maybe because I fritter time away.
Bottom line, though? I could get any/all that stuff done within the normal number of hours if I really wanted to and was focussed.
So, an extra hour? Never mind. Give me an extra day in the week, though, THEN I might have something to say ...
