88 miles per hour, Marty!

Well, today is a long day. There are 29 hours in today, in fact! How have I achieved this? you’re wondering… did I stumble into a wormhole on my way to the supermarket? Did I bump into Doc Brown or the other good Doctor? and borrow their rides? Well sort of.
I did go back in time today. Twice.

Time is a funny thing. We have been watching and measuring time since the 3rd Century BC (probably longer). In fact, it’s another one of life’s little conversational obsessions (see earlier post re: the weather!).

Time can be simultaneously snail like and faster than Mario Andretti, yet always constant. “The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.” – C.S. Lewis. Some people never have enough, others have way too much.

The spooky thing is, though, we know how long time takes, but none of us know how much time we actually have. It’s like having a bank account that keeps giving you cash until one day it stops without warning. We can read the statements of how much we’ve spent and what we’ve spent it on, but we have no idea what the balance is! And yet, with what is definitely a finite, and possibly for some a rare, commodity, how much of it do we waste?

So, what have I done with my extra hours today? Have I achieved something positive for the world? Have I improved myself as a human being? Nope. Not really (though I am still working on Instruction #1). I’ve spent my extra hours researching and writing my blog and now I think I’ll wander down to the bar and quietly take in the view over the river, with a wee nightcap.

You’ll have to excuse my existential musings this evening. I read a book on my travels today called “The Five People You Meet in Heaven” by Mitch Albom. It made me cry (actual tears)… and it’s clearly got me thinking…

OK, OK, I’ve milked it enough… Time; we shouldn’t waste it “we get it!”

Back to the subject of my 29 hour day…

You’ve probably already worked it out for yourself. But in case you haven’t, here’s an explanation:

Firstly, along with the rest of the UK I gained an extra hour as the clocks changed, marking the end of British Summertime, at once a sad and happy event. Sad because, no more summer – boo! And happy because, an extra hour in bed – yay! And then I got on a plane and landed 4 hours in the past, whilst my loved ones remain in the future. I just hope I can get back! Now where did I put the keys to the Delorean?


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