A pace is becoming apparent, and it's something unfamiliar: forgetting about being in a hurry. There's plenty of time.
Unconsciously, the schedule has let out a sigh and smeared itself across the calendar.
(like the water spilling over the watertight compartments in the titanic?)
But seriously; get a few things done here and there over the course of an entire day unmarred by having to lease the old brain out for 8 hours to try to reassemble it enough to be productive after 5. Ah, take a break to sit in the sun in the back for a while.
What an incredible luxury that is. I don't know anything about what's called the 'slow food' movement;
but is there an equivalent 'slow life' movement? Is 'getting by' at a slower, more contemplative cadence possible?
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