Ten minutes
I have ten minutes, which, I've learned, is actually a luxurious expanse of time.
It's enough time for me, for instance, to walk from the neighborhood library to home. It's sufficient time to set a frittata at medium heat. I can get through most of my e-mail in ten minutes. I can also get dangerously, thoroughly bored with working after ten minutes.
If I were in the same state of fitness that I was when I ran track in high school, I could run the 880 five times in ten minutes.
I took ten minutes the other morning to sort out my sock drawer. Only ten minutes! Four of those were spent traveling back and forth to the wastebasket, dithering in the hallway, wondering how distressed a poor old sock can be before it's rejected as a donation to Goodwill.
Ten minutes: in the Bay Area that's enough time to get a burrito at a well-run taqueria. You can get from West Oakland to Montgomery BART in less than ten minutes. You can turn on any radio station, any time of day, and with ten minutes there will be a traffic report. The report will tell you all the places you cannot possibly go within ten minutes.
In the meantime you might fantasize for a few-- let's say ten-- minutes about trading your corporate job for some kind of romantic home-based business, such as piloting a river barge down the Seine.
It's enough time for me, for instance, to walk from the neighborhood library to home. It's sufficient time to set a frittata at medium heat. I can get through most of my e-mail in ten minutes. I can also get dangerously, thoroughly bored with working after ten minutes.
If I were in the same state of fitness that I was when I ran track in high school, I could run the 880 five times in ten minutes.
I took ten minutes the other morning to sort out my sock drawer. Only ten minutes! Four of those were spent traveling back and forth to the wastebasket, dithering in the hallway, wondering how distressed a poor old sock can be before it's rejected as a donation to Goodwill.
Ten minutes: in the Bay Area that's enough time to get a burrito at a well-run taqueria. You can get from West Oakland to Montgomery BART in less than ten minutes. You can turn on any radio station, any time of day, and with ten minutes there will be a traffic report. The report will tell you all the places you cannot possibly go within ten minutes.
In the meantime you might fantasize for a few-- let's say ten-- minutes about trading your corporate job for some kind of romantic home-based business, such as piloting a river barge down the Seine.
Comments
We all get old and we walk on slows down, takes the time when you are at the Biblotheque to find a good book instead of running once the menage