Relative Something

College basketball is over and Major League Baseball has started. Time marches on.

Have you ever noticed how slow time moves on the first Monday back at work after a vacation week? I started the day in a sluggish fog, but then I actually began to get the hang of it by quitting time. I think I already wrote about how mind bogglingly fast the days passed while we were in Florida. Makes me wonder if a person who has learned how to truly live ‘in the moment’ at all times, ever has any sense of time passing faster or slower.

It makes me dizzy just contemplating it. One thing I am certain about, it is disorienting to suddenly switch from the quickness of the NCAA Championship basketball game to the slow pace of  the Twins’ opener against the Angels. It’s a good thing that sleep beckoned and I could at least enjoy the quiet calm of a slow night’s rest to reset my equilibrium.

Time to test a Tuesday following a week of vacation. Do we really work five 8-hour days in a row? Oh boy. I think I need a vacation.