One way to increase free time is to have a self-repairing home. For instance, this washing machine began slowly accumulating a few inches of water in the bottom of the tub inbetween washings. It didn't affect performance, but meant running a spin cycle to empty it out before doing another load. I thought of calling a repairman, procrastinated, and two weeks later, without any action, the problem went away.
Yesterday, we lost power to half the plugs in the kitchen, as if a 1970s housewife had paid a visit, lost control of her Ajax white tornado and caused a miniature power outage. I checked the fuse box, found nothing wrong, ran the refrigerator's power cord to a socket in the dining room, then went back to other business, wondering if the mice had taken a liking to the wiring and what sort of repairs would be needed. Later that night, the power to those sockets returned as mysteriously as it had left.
Last year, the electric leaf blower, rarely used but very handy for certain tasks, suddenly stopped working. I stowed it away in the garage, came back a month later, and found it worked just fine.
I'm sure there are ways to explain these mechanical hiccups, but my normally analytical mind is content to let it be, to keep mystery as a companion, and to treasure any evidence that time can heal, and might be on my side after all.
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