Time is of the essence

 TIME, that wonderfully weird thing that seems always to confuse. Many say that as they grow older time moves faster. In the case of us mortals, living in contemporary times on planet earth, this simply cannot be true. Physicists give us theories about time and space and Relativity and it all tries to compel us to understand the science of it. And yet, how is it that the ten minutes I spend curled up under my sheets on a cool winter morning seems to go much faster than when I am standing inline fore a mere three minutes and growing more agitated by the second? Is it really passing me if I am seemingly waiting for time to pass quickly, while it slows down when I wish it to? Surely not. Is it mind over matter? Or in the case of sleeping in, body over mind?
When someone is involved in an accident they tell of how they feel as if they and everything around them is moving in slow motion, reinforcing the notion that time can slow down. Yet, for passersby watching the accident, it is all over in a flash, a tragic few seconds in time and space.
I am still bewildered as to how I cannot find the time to write this  Blog more frequently and how no one has the time,( or energy, or desire) to respond to it? Time spent on one thing means it is not spent on another. So it is all about choice? 
I will sleep in tomorrow and think more on this subject.