No Time For Love Dr. Jones

I had no idea funeral processions didn't have to stop at red lights. Not that I'm complaining, just commenting that I wasn't aware. Funeral processions are a lot like trains when you're in a hurry.

I've resisted wearing a watch for most of my life. I enjoy getting lost in the day, not being rigid about time. I try and be on time when I do have a specific appointment or schedule, but most of the time, I like being in the dark. I think it would have been fun to measure the day by the sunrise and sunset. However, like most, I'm a slave to time.

This whole house ordeal has me all in a stress, nervous frenzy. Today we had plans to meet with the Realtor to sign a contract for an offer on the house. Josh was at work, so we scheduled it during his lunch break. I spent all morning looking at the clock, trying to be extra aware of time. Every time I looked at the neon glowing numerals on the clock, my stomach would tense up a bit more. I have no idea why I'm so nervous. Plenty of people purchase homes!

At first, I had plenty of time. I tried to kill some on the internet, visiting Facebook for the the first time in weeks. Reading blogs, "screen" shopping, playing with the dogs, time just inched on by. Then, it shifted. Suddenly I didn't have enough time! I needed to shower, pick up dog toys that were scattered around the house, fold blankets, and go pick up Josh. Back at the house, with a few minutes to spare, time slowed again. The Realtor was late. I couldn't let the dogs out because Juno loves pulling out each one of her toys like the greedy little terrier she is. So, we sat and waited, once again staring at the clock.

Realtor came, we signed our signature about 40 times, then we were out of time again! Josh was late, had to drive him back to work, then it was time for me to get ready for work. I came home, jumped on the computer again and there it was, a request from Jecka to make her a clock. How funny you are universe.