Saving “Time”

I once lived in a house that had something like five clocks between my bedroom and the coffee maker. I could never get them coordinated; none of them consistently kept time as the others. I’d lose about ten minutes of my day in the brief time it took me to go through my bedroom door, down the hall, through the dining room and to the far end of the kitchen where the coffee maker lived. But after pouring that life-giving fluid, doctoring it just so, and then taking that first sip, all was right in my world; it didn’t matter that the minutes I lost were literally seconds. And then I gained back my precious time as I carried my coffee to my room and climbed back into bed to enjoy the first cup of the day.

I now had ten minutes to spare before I had to jump and run.