Time.  What a wonderfully, awkward word.  Time measures the finite.  What begins in one second ends in the next one.

Wednesday is “hump” day because it’s wedged in the middle of our make-believe work week.  (Sundays are busy days for me.)  You ask your boss if she’s free and she tells you she has two minutes before her next meeting so your ten minute-prepared-brainstorming-idea needs to be brutally altered.  She looks at her watch after 35 seconds and you receive your clue.  (A potential great idea missed?)  You finish a great movie with tears in your eyes and wonder when a sequel is planned.  (“When,” again with the time.)  Farmers told time by light.  It was easy to follow and probably healthier then our 24/7 mentality.

We all cherish our yearly day that marks another accumulation of days (birthdays) and when the second digit becomes a zero we eagerly await the surprise party that only finds you alone with your Blue Nun.  (That’s a great image.)  We all hope our last second occurs during blissful sleep.  Many have achieved it.  However the one who finds you is the one who reads books about coping and a bit of therapy thrown in twice a week; but, hell, you got your wish.

Some of us caffeinate ourselves to get through the morning hours while others are out jogging or watering their dogs.  People, like me love the transition from day to night because the sun beautifully marks an ending and a beginning which time demands.  (Try any Gulf of Mexico vacation and you’ll know what I mean.)

Retirement hits and suddenly the humps have vanished.  “Yesterday is today and tomorrow looks an awful lot like yesterday,” says the newly retiree.  Hugh Grant was in a movie where he doesn’t need to work and says that he breaks up each day into “increments.”  Fifteen minutes for this followed by fifteen for that, separated by eating and then the day is complete.  A boy breaks up his “increments” to show him that life is more than measuring time or numbers passing by.

Is time calculated by what you’re doing right now, what lies ahead or what time has passed?  Enjoy a good book or movie and time truly stops.

When you’re second digit zero is preceded by a six then it’s all three combined or should I say all mixed up together.  The meshing can make for a mess but it’s the best that you’ve got.

The dictionary’s definition of hump is “prominence, lump, bump, knob, protrusion, projection, bulge, swelling, hunch; growth, outgrowth.”  All of humps synonyms deal with growth, movement and transformation.  Where does time land you this day and where can it take you tomorrow?