When I open my eyes at six-thirty each morning, I have big plans for the day. Write one thousand or a few thousand words, exercise at least sixty minutes, pen an enthralling blog post, run a few errands, market my books, make my house shine like a professional cleaning crew went through it, read, cook a gourmet (well, at least an edible) meal for the Big Dog (my husband) and me…well, you get the idea. I have big plans for the day, but you can probably guess that the evening finds me slumped in a chair, exhausted, my to-do list only half done at best, and wondering where the day went. Somebody needs to figure out how to put the brakes on time. I’ve only got so many years, months, days, or minutes left (no one can predict which they have), and I’m getting sick of them flying by!
Oh, wait! Scientists have explained this. Einstein theorized that time moves faster the higher you are, and scientists from the U.S. National Institute of Standards and Technology in Colorado have proven he was right. They observed two clocks, one sitting only a foot higher than the other, and discovered that the higher one did indeed run faster. The Big Dog and I live on a ridge approximately 900 feet above sea level. It’s not my imagination!!! Time does move faster up here!
Does anyone have a habitable cave for sale?
So…what have I been doing this month while time is flying by? Well, this is my second enthralling blog post for the month, which sounds good until you notice that I didn’t write one for June. I completed an editing job for another writer, read a couple of good books, started revisions on The Body on the Barstool (the first in a cozy mystery series I plan on publishing under the Lolli Powell pseudonym), and I got a good start on the third book in my Eden mystery series. I finished physical therapy to strengthen my core muscles and have continued exercising on my own, only occasionally missing my sixty-minutes-per-day goal. I haven’t given the Big Dog or myself food poisoning yet, and I’ve kept up on my errands.
The house? Well, it does shine, I’m sure—underneath all the dust.