Time Flies (Away)

As is the norm for most people, everything happens at once around here. So I've got lots and lots and lots to do. Calls to make, yarn to spin, errands to run, chores to finish (ha), people to see (or avoid), blogs to write and read. Just like you. And like you, I theoretically have 24 hours per day in which to do these things.

But I don't. Evidently I didn't get into line quickly enough when they were handing out the number of hours we get in our own personal days. Late again, no surprise there...

How do people like the Yarn Harlot manage to run their households, knit, spin, design, write books, take classes, raise children, attend meetings, go on publicity tours - and, you know, eat and take showers? Sometimes all on the same day?

Clearly these people have a lot more hours in their day than I have in mine. It's not like I'm wasting a lot of time in sleep - I'm up at 6am, and rarely go to bed before midnight. Yet I barely have the amount of hours that it takes to get up, wake up the Teenaged Thug, call the insurance company about that crack in my windshield, sip some water, go to the grocery store, eat dinner, phone a family member about something or other, and fall into bed. I might card or spin a couple ounces of fibre in there somewhere. That's about it... if I fit in a second meal, I feel pretty efficient.

Going by daily tasks accomplished, I calculate that I've got approximately 3.5 hours in my day.

Obviously, someone else is using the rest of my allotment, and I want it back.

You know where to reach me. You can leave it on the porch in an unmarked container, no questions asked.