Time ... it can be there to kill ... or on your hands ... or to spare ... or of the essence ...
I had some extra this morning while I waited to wake up enough to walk Kenya for an hour up the log road till she bristled at raccoon tracks and sniffed the bear poo, and then around the lake throwing sticks to give her extra exercise.
This is what I did with those extra minutes.
I tracked a $10 bill I had received in change a couple of days ago. Someone had written a website on the bill and I followed it to learn that my $10 was in excellent condition when the writer received it August 3, 2007 in Grandora, Saskatchewan. It had traveled 2,359 kilometres and gone from excellent to fair condition in the time it took to get to me.
963 days, 13 hours, 54 minutes had elapsed since she sent it off on its journey.
I was the only person in the trail, so I was left to wonder how many hands touched that bill in the nearly 3 year period, and what they used that $10 for.
If you have some time and a Canadian bill of any denomination on/in your hands, you could check out the website and send a bill on its journey yourself.
Enjoy whatever time you have today. It is crispy out there but not freezing except when the wind catches bare ears, and if you can find a sheltered spot in the sun it is practically basking weather, a good place to load up on the Vitamin D Canadians lack in the winter months.