One moment it was 11:15 p.m. on a Saturday night, and in the next, it is 12:15 a.m. Sunday morning. I moved my few clocks forward, so I wouldn't forget later at bed and oversleep on the morrow
I usually go
to bed at midnight, but regardless of what the clock says, my head knows
it's not really midnight yet, and so it will be an hour or so before I
slip between the covers and finally douse the lights.
thing, time. There are days that pass in the time it takes for an
ordinary three, and others pass in the seeming blink of an eye.
But, as we have only the clock to tell the time by, there's no real way
to prove how interminably longer one day is from the other. I'm
reminded of Einstein's train, and some days I feel as if I'm on on that
train and holding on for dear life.