Time is of perspective

I got off unusually (you NUS you all why!) late for a monday, and was dying to get off the train by the time Murdoch came around. After having dinner and watching the usual trash TV, I watered the garden. Strangely, it's now only 9.30 pm. I would normally bemoan the lost time (spent in transit), but today, it seems like I have too much time. Perhaps it is because I am waiting for Dennis to come home. I am such a happy girl, honestly, inspite of all my tiredness. I was entirely wrong about this working life thing. Working rocks.