Time, Time, Time

If I really don't like wasting time, why do I do so much of it? As I was waiting for the bus this morning – it took 18 minutes to arrive – I started to think about how much time I spend waiting for things to happen. For example, this morning I woke up early, before my alarm clock went off, and I spent twenty minutes lying in bed waiting for seven o'clock to come. I got up but had to wait another seven minutes because my son was in the bathroom. Finally, I was dressed and ready for breakfast. This meant six minutes waiting for the water to boil to make a cup of tea. I spend twenty minutes having breakfast and reading the newspaper, but I don't think this is wasted time. Having breakfast and reading the newspaper is time well spent! So, then I was ready to leave for work. I spent another minute waiting for the lift. Then I was out in the street. To get to the bus stop I have to cross a busy intersection. Yes, you guessed it, another two minutes of waiting for a red light so that I could cross the road. I began to add up the total so far, just to get on the bus to go to work. It was only eight o'clock and I had already spent more than half an hour ... just waiting!