There are only twenty-four hours in a day

Anyone who has heard me talk about my many avocational interests (or about cooking) has heard me utter this phrase. As in, "There are only twenty-four hours in a day. I'd rather spend them sewing than cooking."

The weird thing about life is that it expands to fill all available hours. And when you're trying to date and get to know various men, it takes time. Hours that were already filled with activities before that man appeared can't be expanded, so activities must be decreased. And something gets dropped — something you really want or need to do.

It's 6:00 a.m. and I'm sitting with a lap full of bills that have been ignored for over a week. Thank God for online bill paying — at least I don't have to search for the checkbook and the pen and the envelopes and stamps.

Yes, it's exciting to have multiple men interested in me (for the first time in my life), but it's also exhausting. Why couldn't this have happened when I was younger and had more energy?

Oh well. I guess I'll just suffer through.