Yesterday, I was dashing around madly, driving my kids to and from school, play, and home, running errands, working, emailing, doing copious amounts of paperwork, talking with my editor, writing (or trying to), and finalizing my copyedits for DEEP AUTUMN HEAT. “I swear there aren’t enough hours in the day!” I muttered, as I wolfed down my pathetic lunch of egg-and-cheese-on-toast while standing over the kitchen sink.
But wait just a minute. There is a way I can have some extra hours. Twenty-four, to be precise, because this year, there is an extra day.
As I’m sure most (if not all) of you reading this are aware, today is leap year day, the extra day added by the-powers-that-be as a corrective measure, because the Earth doesn’t go around the sun in exactly 365 days. There’s additional time each year, and so, to prevent everything from going out of whack, every four years, February gets a little something extra. A full day to work, play, live – do whatever.
So there’s my extra time, right?
Well, sort of. As usual, I’ve filled the day with work, meetings, and other sundry affairs. But I plan to seize the day – to take a little bit (a few hours?) of time for myself. Because at the rate I’m going, I’m probably going to get the chance only every four years. Better grab it while I can!
What are you going to do today?