Time

...it's always getting away from me.
Take today for example.
I actually had a fantastic recovering-from-jetlag sleep last night and saw the 6 o'clock hour this morning (my favorite of the day, but I rarely see it).
I finished my spanish homework in a timely manner and headed off to uni for a full day of wise time-utilisation. Upon entering the classroom, I took my seat and, while retrieving books from my pack, had the horrific realisation that a seam on my trousers had split.
It was at that point that I remembered why I hadn't worn those trousers recently. When I was at home, I had the blessed opportunity of changing out some of my wardrobe for my remaining time in NZ. But I only left myself a few hours (there's that time theme again) to unpack/repack before leaving Idaho.

Oooh! Those trousers are great!
Why don't I wear them more often when I'm home?

Hmmm. Good thing I brought that sewing kit. There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.
Anyway, the split seam meant that, instead of taking care of an errand in town and then studying until Abnormal Psychology at 3, I had to go home and change. Just a quick pop-home-then-head-out. Right.
So, here I sit. Tengo diez minutos a almorzar.
At least I know what I'm making for dinner tonight.
And the seam is stitched up.