Tidbits of Minutiae
Every week has 168 hours.
Theoretically:
If you sleep away 56 of them
If you work 40 of them
That accounts for 96 of them
This leaves 72 hours each week to do with them what you so desire.
Meaning: If you really want to do something, you’ll find time to do it sometime within those 72 hours.

They come out perfectly roasted and toasted – every time.
Mine never get roasted or toasted.
Only mushy – every time.
Avidly I search the Internet to clear up the mystery of mushy roasted veggies.
A missing detail emerges: SPACE THE VEGGIES!
It is the one thing I never did. I’m going to use a portion of my 72 hours to experiment.I’ve figured out the key to staying in my two-story house as I age. I hold on tight to the stair bannister no matter what as I go both up and down the 18 steps – at all times. And if I do take a minor or near-miss tumble, I never, ever mention it to my kids or I could end up in assisted living way too prematurely!
If you want to get a good night’s sleep, don’t imbibe caffeine after 3 pm
Don’t eat after dinner
Don’t use your phone after dinner
Don’t watch TV after dinner
Don’t turn on your computer after dinner
Don’t read a stimulating book after dinner
You will be so bored, you will naturally fall asleep at a reasonable hour.

Collagen powder is supposed to promote hair growth – I throw a scoop into my smoothie every morning – so far I’ve seen no results.
Ditto for my expensive under eye cream to minimize my bags, my oily yellow serum to lighten my facial sun spots and my lash thickening mascara to plump up those suckers.
With 72 hours to fill at my discretion, that means practically speaking I should have time to exercise, read the newspapers that are delivered daily to my door, and fully participate in tracking my food and reading the entries in Noom that I pay for each month.
That means practically speaking I should have time to return phone calls in a timely fashion and remove the embarrassing volume of expired bottles of salad dressing lining my refrigerator shelves .
You would think.
Just one more thing:
As I drifted off to sleep last night, I thought of a dozen more things I could implement with those 72 hours of unaccounted time – none of which I could recall this morning.
So I have nothing left to say, but Keep Preserving Your Bloom,
