I didn’t have any new revelations today, at least none that I remember. Well, there was this: The harder I work, the more I get done. And, as a corollary, the more I do, the faster the time passes. Or seems to. I don’t think my working hard makes the second hand sweep by any faster, but it does seem to give a little push to the hour hand. Not enough to notice, maybe, until the day is actually over and it doesn’t matter any more.

What? What’s a second hand? What’s an hour hand? Well, there was a time that clocks gave us a more graphic picture of the passage of time. You could look at the dial and see how much time had gone by, and how much, relatively speaking, was left. Or at least you could get a picture of how much time should be left. The clock itself didn’t actually dole out portions of time, but it did measure it in a different way than these modern clocks that show the digits rolling by.

Digital clocks are better than no clocks, though. I wear my watch whenever I leave the house, even if I don’t have a strict schedule to keep to. I check the clock all day long, not necessarily to see how close to quitting time it is, but just to see how my day is ticking along, and where I am in relation to the digits (or, in a more graceful world, the hands).

Unlike yesterday, I didn’t have to start working as soon as I woke up this morning. I like it a lot better when I can ease into my day, instead of having to wait to pour my first cup of coffee until I’ve been going at it for two or three hours. It seems to make the whole day more pleasant and enjoyable if I’m not blasted out of bed and into my desk chair before I’m fully ready. It doesn’t affect how much work I get done, because I tend to stuff what I have to do into whatever time there is to do it.