Because even three hours is too far away.
So pet the cat. Spoon the ice cream. Boil the water. Squeeze the lemon juice. Sprinkle salt + pepper. Slice the butter. Put on the slippers. Pull the blanket tighter. Curl up with music and words for comfort.
This is life. Good and hard. Full of joy, deep and full, and solitude of long nights with looming questions.