Jack must have been hitting the scotch pretty hard the other night, because he offered me a set of keys as well! I haven’t posted anything up to this point because my internet access is also limited at the moment. And for some reason, the days seem to have snuck by me this week.

Do you ever have that, where you’re doing your own thing and suddenly you realize, “Holy CRAP! It’s Thursday already!”

That’s the kind of realization I had this morning when I woke up and… somehow… it was Sunday. Now, I understand the natural progression of the days of the week, so I understand that it was Saturday yesterday, Friday the day before, etc., but for some reason it never really sunk in. Well, this week, at least.

But that got me to thinking. No, no… it’s true, despite whatever lack of it this post might indicate.

It got me to thinking about my perception of time. It never seemed to me that time was passing that quickly. As a matter of fact, this week seemed to drag on, and it seemed that the weekend would never get here. And now, lo and behold, it’s Sunday and half the weekend (or more, if you count Friday night) is already gone!

Woe is me!!!

Maybe I’ll go to a nudie bar, just so I can say I’ve done something weekend-ish this weekend. Or does going to a nudie bar even count as a “weekend-ish” activity anymore?

(actually, I was just trying to figure out a way to mention “nudie bar” on Jack’s site without sounding completely depraved - and I’m up to three times already(!), although I’m not quite sure that I don’t sound depraved)

But I’ve gotten off my point. I was talking about my perception of time this week. I suppose one’s perception of anything depends largely on your particular perspective. Since I wasn’t especially interested in most of the activities I was engaged in during the week, I suppose my perspective was one of watching the clock. Therefore, I perceived the passage of time acutely.

This weekend, however, I was busy running errands, fooling around with my computer, and other random activities not worth mentioning, all of which were of particular interest to me - if not to anyone else - but which led to my perspective being one of focusing on those activities, not on the clock, and my perception of the passage of time was greatly diminished.

Anyway, I’m not sure what underlying point I wanted to make with all of this, but I just thought it was interesting to see how my perception of something depended on the perspective from which I was viewing it.