In Elvis’ song “Viva Las Vegas“, he wishes there were more than 24 hours in a day. Like Elvis, I also wish there could be more than 24 hours in the day, but not for spending more time in Las Vegas. I don’t want more time for work or more time for pleasure either. Actually, with more than 24 hours a day, I would still work at the same pace and for the same amount of time. I just want a little more time. But with the extra hours, I could do everything other than work or leisure slower. I could meander. I don’t want to rush. I want to wake in the morning and take my time getting out of bed and eating breakfast. I want to get home from work and not feel in a hurry to fall asleep to be rested for the next day. I want to meander into sleep. I want to be exhausted but to postpone falling asleep. I want to simply take my time. I want to stare at nothing in particular. I want to meander. I want everything that is not essential to be cared for with delicacy as if essential. I want a little more time to meander between the commencement of the day and actually starting the day, and the fall of night and the night, between awakening and slumber. Those are the realms where life should be lived. I am even considering adding the title “Time to Meander” to my list of unwritten novels.