An hour gained, an hour lost

We changed the clocks back but I didn't gain an hour. Or rather, I gained an hour but then I lost it. So it didn't really do me any good.

I only remembered about changing the clocks when I noticed that the time on my laptop was an hour behind my alarm clock. But I didn't go to bed right then, I didn't get up and say tehillim for that hour, I didn't start dancing. I just sat there and continued to do what I had been doing the whole time from 1 am until 2 am.

In other words, I got the chance to redo an hour in my life, and I did nothing about it.

I remember a scene from the movie Donald Ducks, where the three ducks stopped time for awhile, and everyone just froze. They ran around running errands and doing whatever they had to do, and then when they were done they started time again.

If I were handed an hour on a silver platter and told, forget about the world around you, everything is going to stop for you while you do whatever you want with this hour, maybe I would use it. I don't know what I would do with it, but certainly not whatever I was previously doing the rest of my life.

Perhaps for the first ten seconds I would stand still, trying to decide what to do and where to go, but then I would be off and running.

So why then, when I just got a tangible extra hour to use for whatever I wanted, I wasted it? I didn't utilize it in any way other than to notice that I just got an hour back, and then to continue doing what I was doing until then.

Is time that unprecious to me?