2:12-2:32 pm

I sit here slowly counting the hours until my work day ends. Or is it the seconds I am counting? I look up at the clock for 56th time..2:12pm and 15 seconds, 16 seconds, 17 seconds. Each second seems to think they are as important as a minute. They take their time in the limelight and seems to enjoy flaunting their dominion over my schedule. The phrase 'time is money" pops into my head. I lean back in my comfortable leather chair and think about that phrase. Time. Is. Money. I look out my window and down below hundreds of cars are driving on 495. Each car is in a race against time. I ponder what each person is trying to accomplish if they win. Maybe that Honda Civic has a huge sales appointment. Time is money, I guess. Maybe that Mercedes SL 500 is on its way to an interview for a 6 digit salary job. Left, right, left, right the cars move among the lanes. "Time is money.." I say softly under my breath. Well, what is time if money is out of the equation? What would the Author of time say it is? As I swing my chair around to think about what time means to the Creator of it, I realize I wasted 20 minutes. I want to find out what I really wasted. I don't think I know yet but one day I hope I do.