Day 15

In the golden days, I often wished I had more time, but that was just a thing to say. "Wouldn't it be nice if we had an extra hour in the day? I'd do so many things!" Like everybody, I've kept a list of promises, things I'd do if only days were magic, and we could tack on hours like a counterfeiter printing bills. We all knew that if some day it took an extra hour for the earth to finish its rotation, we'd have much bigger problems than an inky task list.

Now, suddenly, that extra hour is here, and more. Most of the letters have fallen off the calendar, and the numbers are threatening to slide off too. Without warning I'm called to an accounting. Have I been true and honest in my promises, or have I been a tall tale teller?

Some of those intentions fall outside isolation's permit---that's how this extra time showed up in the first place. Vacations aren't on the table. Habitat improvement will have to wait, and I can still pretend it's only opportunity holding me back from joining a gym.

Of the things that can be done in isolation, half a month is long enough to pass some judgement on those promises.

"I'd cook more, and make better food"

Verdict: True! Granted, I don't have much choice, but I'm doing it, and enjoying it.

"I'd get myself doing planks and pushups, maybe some home yoga."

Verdict: Nope.

"I'd keep everything so much tidier."

Verdict: 30% true, and even that shows the positive influence of the habitat mate.

"I'd fix all those little things that need fixing."

Verdict: At least a little bit true. More true than I expected. Not entirely false.

"I'd make a real effort to get ahead of the weeds in the yard."

Verdict: Complete codswallop.

"I'd finally give my writing the extra time it's been wanting."

Verdict: I guess I'm here now, so... plausible.

"I'd play the piano, and practice the guitar, and figure out how to play drums."

Verdict: Mmm. Could still happen. So far, not so much.

"I'd finally give YouTube the quality time it's been begging for."

Verdict: Ding! Ding! Ding!