4 o'clock. You settle down with a book and a cup of tea. You start reading.

You look up. Gather it might be a tad later than you estimated since it has since become dark. You find yourself a clock. It is 11 o'clock. You have not had dinner. You need to get up in eight hours.

You go back to your book.

Some days, the most important realization you will have is that the world went on turning for 5 billion years without your being there, and that it will continue to do so even if you aren't there; that we are tiny specks of life in the grand scheme of things and that it really doesn't even matter.

These are the days I feel completely justified in boiling myself a pot of tea, curling up on the couch, and reading a book. After all, this world might go on without me, but there's whole universes out there that need saving and that won't happen until I get to the end of the book!