One of the upsides of my new working hours is that the inevitable chores that build up in 21st century life all have to be done in shorter time. And this morning I am thinking this is a good thing. Like lots of these things, chores just expand to fill time. Housework and email triage are two other tasks that seem to have that magic property. Whereas reading seems to stay well within its allotted time. Unless it is reading rubbish on Facebook, that has very magical time properties.
Back to the chores though. I have suspected for a while that they tend to grow in size and importance in my head because they make me feel properly busy. However, the reality of new working hours is that my hours are now controlled by someone else, so fewer are available for the luxury of the chores. Is there a verb there? Choring? Or is that something less salubrious?
This morning I am discovering a new delight in having an hour or so this afternoon when I can indulge in what I call a ‘chore tour’. Top of the delight list on that tour is a visit to the library. When I genuinely cannot get there as often, it feels so much more fun to go. I don’t think I have looked forward to going to the library like this since I was about 10. And I am very pleased to be getting rid of the bags of clothes that have been waiting for the charity shop for a couple of weeks. And that parcel that needs to be posted.
Here’s to an hour or so of dashing around ticking things off a list, can’t wait.