I’m unaccustomed to being up at this early morning hour but after two hours of watching the clock here I am, post nasal drip and all. I wonder how many hours I’ve wasted in my life watching the minutes tick off one by one. Should I be doing something of importance while the microwave clicks off the 120 seconds it takes to cook my almost instant oatmeal? Commercials last four minutes, what things of value can be done in a four-minute commercial break?
Then again why worry about a minute here and four minutes there. After all I give the pennies I get in change back to the clerk for the next guy who needs a penny. Pennies and minutes are a lot alike, aren’t they? Who misses a penny here or a penny there. As you can tell Ben Franklin and I don’t have a lot in common. You know Old Ben, he’s the guy God gave electric shock therapy too.
Back to the topic of minutes. Are minutes only important when they are given in blocks of hours or do they have significance in smaller intervals? Are pennies only important when they add up to dollar bills? Doesn’t a person deserve nothing minutes to relax? How uptight would I be if I forced myself to make every minute count? Perhaps some of each, a blend of relaxing time and filling in the empty minutes with something worthwhile. Butt (no this is not a misspelled word) a minute here and a minute there what difference can it make? A penny here and a penny there, a pound here and a pound there, it’s no big thing…right?