Oh, finally. Not a moment too soon.
If the Daily Prompt elves have this magical power to add on sixty minutes per day and still keep it a seven day week I’m all for it. I assume there’s some kind of time-travel involved to manipulate time but I’m not going to think on it too deeply.
Gift horses, you know.
Anyway, with my extra hour a day I will do anything. Catch up on an episode of Pretty Little Liars. Read a book. Knit. Bake cupcakes (second only to my cookies). Do laundry – I do enjoy laundry – or make dinner. Write something.
In high school there are a lot of assemblies, and sometimes speeches. You know, the motivational kind. One that stuck (as well as a lecture on rice, thanks Mr Verbose Intermediate Principal) was about time. Essentially, the metaphor was that every second of the day was a dollar, given to you in advance. No, that’s too inarticulate.
OK, so say you were given $86400 every day. You can only spend it. You cannot put it into another account, you cannot make extra deposits, and you cannot withdraw it to spend elsewhere. Question: What do you do with all that money? Do you save it, spend it wisely, waste it on random things that don’t matter?
That sounds better.
Metaphors aside, I don’t have one activity for what I’d do with twenty-five hour days. I have a lot of things that I’d like to do; it depends on the day.