Then again, there are those subjective chunks of time that might have been better spent in productive activities...but what if the reading/dreaming/gardening that was done instead is vital to the more "responsible" hours spent in productivity? You'll notice I didn't say "surfing" in that list.
Not to knock surfing the web--I've spent hours on Ebay and Ruby Lane, browsing page after page of old dolls. Pinterest? They should have called it The Black Hole Of Time. I tell myself I'm seeking inspiration. But that always feels like a waste after I've done it, so I suspect my subconscious is trying to tell me something. I end up with a gillion ideas--scattering what focus I've managed to gather--and very little EVER becomes of it.
One thing I have noticed is this: when I do chores with TV as an entertainment, I experience more general time-panic that week--even though I'm getting my chores done. If I do chores with silence or with music, I have less. It's as if the chore is more satisfying, or I was multi-tasking, only without the anxiety. I'm thinking/dreaming/solving while I work, instead of letting the TV use that time for me. But I love Madmen! I deserve that mental junk food! I do.
But as with food, too much of a good thing makes us...well, fluffy. I don't want a fluffy body, and I REALLY don't want a fluffy mind. So I will get out of this computer chair and into the laundry room. There is ironing to be done, and thoughts to be thunk. And then doll parts to paint. And a dog to bathe, and bills to pay, and floors to sweep, and...
What do you do to tame the time-panic?