Time Warp

I know I have written about this before in Joyce's Jabberings, but it is appropriate to mention it again. I sometimes feel as if I am in a time warp.  I have things to do and I do them at what I perceive to be the usual rate, but I have extra time on my hands when those things are done.  Thus it happened this week at work, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.  I am trying to not work much overtime, so by Friday mid-afternoon, I had all the things done that I wanted to do, and my time plus in for the week, so I left work.

Although it was hot, it was not blast furnace hot, so I decided to do my weekly grocery shopping Friday afternoon, instead of waiting for the cool of Saturday morning.  I had also decided to change the air filter in the Vue Saturday morning, but took care of this Friday night.

When I awoke, Saturday morning, I briefly contemplated going kayaking. It was a little breezy, but not bad. I decided to open the house to let the breeze in, which also let the humidity in, and to do house work. I had contemplated during the week that it was time to do much more than my regular weekly chores, so, I dispelled with the kayaking and did the house work. I took my time, but even so, it felt like I had much more time on my hands than I needed. And, as always, am pleased at how much better the house looks.

I ran some errands Saturday afternoon. I have been alternating between reading and playing on the computer since late afternoon. On the one hand, I love having this much time to myself. On the other hand, time seems to drag. 

This is the time warp. I seem to have too much time on my hands. My days seem to be too long, and I get everything done and still have too much time left. I do not know if I am in a hypo manic state, or if something else is happening, or I am just being really, really efficient. Weird.