Where did that hour go?

I can never tell where the lost hour went. Which hour, exactly, did I lose?

Was it the hour of sex on Saturday morning?

Was it the hour I spent trying to keep the smoke alarm from going off while cooking in my apartment on Friday night?

Was it the hour I was trying to avoid this obnoxious drunk guy at the bar Saturday night?

Was it the hour I spent in the heat at the Children's Festival showing spawn how to make sock puppets?

Was it the hour of uncomfortable silence when The Ex showed up unexpectedly at my door at 8:00am on Sunday morning?

Was it the hour I spent doing laundry? [I hope it was that hour]

Was it the hour I spent wishing my Long Distance Love was in bed with me on Saturday night after the bar?

I wonder if it matters. Time is irrevelant, and yet, we're controlled by it. We plan, buy, think, sell, sleep, work, and wake by it. It's all around us, and it's irreplaceable.