You know that whole thing about one year of a dog’s life being equivalent to seven human years?

Yeah, so recently, I left Pelu in her crate for five hours (we’re still housetraining phase and she’s too young to be trusted outside her “den.”) Five whole hours. I felt terrible and and guilty and worried. Then, in a sharp spiral down into anxiety, I thought of the 1:7 human:dog ratio. Which then made me wonder, “Five times seven is…what…35? OMG. Was my five-hour absence actually 35 hours to Pelu?”

Could it be true that a five-hour editing session with my critique partner was a day and a half to my sweet little puppy?

I guess we’ll never know for sure. But it sure does help explain why she’s so incredibly happy to see me when I get home after what I perceive to be a relatively short time 🙂

Pelu mid-yawn. She’s had a tough day of playing at the park, eating, and taking an earlier nap.

If I was going to get all philosophical about this, I’d wonder, what can we do about our perception of time? Why does editing seem endless but popcorn and a movie fleeting?

What about you? What drags? What flies? What do you do about it?

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