9:39.The sun has already been elevated high above my street, and I stand up.The birds have long since left to be replaced by pedestrians,Some sauntering past, some rushing to get to heaven knows what.But my brain is filled with calculations.Can I brush my teeth in time?Perhaps eat an apple?Class is in six minutes,A year ago meaning such a different thing.But now six minutes is nine times more than two, especially before math.Filled with an hour-long list of minute possibilities, each taking a minute,Pushing me to pick them,My brain scrolls through them, looking for the correct ones.I click on the meeting link when I find it.9:45.Time for math.