Who invented ‘the day?’

I don’t mean God, but the dude who decided the number of hours it takes our wee Earth to travel around the sun.

Whoever it was, I have a beef – 24 hours is not enough. I guess days were less cluttered back whenever the decision was made. I’m sure 24 hours then allowed time for work, rest and play. (Or was that only on Mars 😉 )

But they didn’t factor-in technological advancement did they? It’s ironic, isn’t it, that the more ‘time-saving’ methods and gadgets we are presented with, the more time we spend trying to cram more into our day?

Had this self-appointed Regulator of Time allowed for inflationary growth, and decreed it took, say 48 hours for our planet to travel around the sun, then the world would have had much more spare time time back in the day. And we would now have more hours to play with and fit in all our daily expectations.

Were there 48 hours in a day, I’d be half the age I am now. Which would mean I could probably return to competitive running; I may even be able to eek out a couple more years of playing football.

Of course, this would mean I’d have to fit in more training, on top of all the other plethora of things I would like to do.

Acht – who am I kidding? Twenty- four hours is all we’ve got – I just have to live with that.

So, what do I wish I could do more of each day? I’m knocking on a bit. So sleep would be high on my list. But then, so would playing / coaching pickleball; studying ethology; learning to play guitar; have more time in the gym; listen to and catalogue my record collection ….

And write. I’d like more time to write – proper stuff, you know. Not like this inane drivel.

I would expand on that, perhaps, but because of some ill-conceived notion, eons ago, I seem to have run right out of Time.

(Congratulations on reading this right through. 😉 😀 )