Maybe this will be tomorrow's post. Or maybe just today's. A world ruled by clocks and deadlines suddenly has ... none. I took my watch off when I arrived and don't plan to wear it till I leave.
A delicious languor has set in. Eating when I'm hungry, sleeping when I'm tired. Picking up one book, then another. Letting recent events percolate ever so slowly through a slowed consciousness. Maybe I'll reach some conclusions, maybe I won't.
What's important for a change is not that I try — but that I rest.