Every Minute Counts

I continually find myself trying to readjust my schedule. There are certain things that are pretty much set in stone It is a good idea to make an appearance at work at least 4 out of the 5 business days a week; to be a church when service starts; to actually lay in my bed for more than 10 minutes. Each time the prompting to make a very detailed and written schedule is the same: to many things to do and not enough time to do them all. When I create my elaborate life on paper (or my Palm) it seems that everything fits just perfectly. If I really just spend 15 minutes getting ready each morning that would give me a solid 45 minutes for devotion, which would allow for a 2 minute breakfast and a 7.5 minute commute. I usually come out with about 30 minutes worth of wiggle room - and if I cut my sleep by one hour for a total of 4 hours I can occasionally squeeze in one more task. Though I am the master of multi-tasking (said with all humility, of COURSE), my paper life has yet to line up with my real life. At the end of the week when my to-do-list seems to not have moved an inch, I try to see where things went wrong. There are several hours in each day that I can't even begin to account for. What HAPPENED to all of that time when that was carefully scripted? I know what it is: people. If I lived on a planet with just me, myself, and I, I can almost guarantee that I would follow my schedule to a "t". But then I suppose the whole point of following the schedule would be meaningless.
What to do, what to do? Well the only thing to do is to cut out all of the non-essentials and then use the remaining time to actually enjoy the summer. I realize that each of you has probably heard me say this before but I really mean it this time. STOP the hysterical laughing, I DO. I already bought the plane ticket out of here, so you can't stop me. I am going to an undesignated area- which shall remain nameless. I know if I post where I am going someone will find a way to locate me, insisting that their problem is absolutely an emergency. Well SORRY, the number for emergencies is 911, maybe they can assist you. Is that mean and selfish? Well back to life - I have used up my 8 minutes of blogging time and I didn't even get to read everyone else's.