I’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to England attending my cousin’s wedding and visiting with family and friends. However, when I crossed the pond to return to the States I left something valuable behind.

Five hours.

Five beautiful hours whose absence I feel acutely.

I’m supposed to have gained those extra five hours. I looked forward to using them wisely, but somehow I’ve lost them.

When my clock says 7PM my eyes start crossing because it feels like 12AM. I’m up at three in the morning ready to eat breakfast and get to work because it feels like eight.

What happened to my extra five hours??? Why does time keep slipping through my fingers?

However, my present strange relationship with time got me thinking. What would I do with an extra five hours if I finally caught it? What would you do?