Time, and relative dimensions
I'm bored.

In the absence of any really content, or inspiration, I at least pilfered the resident clock (watch?) from somewhere and put it up there on the right. Nice, eh?

Isn't it strange how we spend a large proportion of our lives waiting to get that part back and get to something else?

I know, let me explain. I had a mishap with my shower at home last September or so. Something caused it to blow a fuse and burn out it's wiring. In itself, a pretty mundane and easily coped with situation. I did, however, go through a few attempts at getting it fixed. I had the wiring replaced, fixed the fuse and *pop*, it went again. I changed the whole shower and fixed the fuse. *pop*, off it went again. As it turns out, the wiring was replaced, apart from a 1M part which went from the fuse box under the floor to a join. I'm not happy with working directly on the fuse box, so wanted an electrician to come in and have a look.
The first time I phoned he was busy, so was going to call me back. It took a good few days before he did, then said if it had to be a weekend/evening he would have to check his schedule and get back to me. After a week or so I called, he was on holiday, would be back the next week and would call me. Obviously this didn't happen, so I called again, this time he was just going on another holiday and would call on his return. He did call this time, but I wasn't in so it went to voicemail. I called back and left a mobile number, but no word back as yet.
So, all in all, I realised I've now been without said shower for about a year. It doesn't seem that long and just serves as a reminder how time passes so much faster as you get older. A year seemed like such a long time when I was young, now it passes by without notice. And I'm sitting at my desk now, basically waiting for 7 more hours to pass before I can leave. These are times that'll never be returned, just like the few minutes you wasted reading this.
Still, gotta laugh, eh?