lbw3

How long is an hour? No, seriously, how long is an hour? Think about it, because I don’t think anyone ever really does. Think about it really hard and consider everything. Of course, the obvious answer is that an hour is 60 minutes, or 3600 seconds, or, if you want to get fancy, 3.6 million milliseconds. Nobody can really count out individual milliseconds, though, nor can they really estimate a minute, so that 3600 seconds is the only one that matters. Count out a second in your head. Think about that timespan. Now imagine 3600 of them, all in a row. That’s an hour. But nobody actually counts out all the seconds. That would drive you insane. When I was little, I used to try to do that. I always lost track around the 250 mark, and once you’re lost, there’s no point in carrying on. Even if you could keep track, sitting there for an hour and counting out the seconds is maddening. What really matters is how those seconds slipping by feel to you. That’s the other answer. Going beyond the

Kel laid on his side within his tent, flipping through the pages of one of many books that Emmy had gifted him to better learn the ways of this land and… it was boring! He’d rather experience this stuff first-hand than just reading about it. The only interesting book in the entire bunch was one that detailed how wedgies had ended up becoming a prominent part of their cultures with a few descriptions of specific types of wedgies in it, and even that was hardly informative — he’d seen these exact things happen to his party members a dozen times each and now, rather than reading, he just thought back on those scenarios… That process lasted up until Valerie barged into his tent without a single word before she flopped down by his side and let out a lengthy yawn. It wasn’t rare for Valerie to get lazy and just share someone else’s tent, but this was a less than ideal moment! Kel scrambled to gather up the materials on the floor, but Valerie snatched the book he had in his lap before he