I intended to start today’s blog post by saying, “I’m making up for lost time,” but type it out, I’m struck by how it makes no sense.
First: How can time be lost?
• It’s not a thing to fall between cushions on the couch.
• It’ll never be found laying on the sidewalk or in the dryer next to the odd sock.
• It can’t be tossed into a box for someone to pull out when looking for it.
Second: How can I make up time?
• The time on my wrist computer/watch connects with the atomic clock in Greenwich, England. Entire nations are connected to the same clock.
• Only people disconnected from any source of internet access can create their own system of time. (And none of them are reading this blog.)
• We all agree, if only because we don’t object, to what time is. If I want to make-up time, every single person using this system of time must step backward and reset their clocks. Highly unlikely.
Now that I’ve wasted time explaining why the expression makes no sense, I should start today’s blog, but this is already too long.
Catch you next time!