inquiry

> Time moves by quicker, sometimes. It moves quite slow > other times. And sometimes, just the right speed. That's > how it goes.

I suspect the experiential length of time is proportional to amount of focus on the notion of oneself, which seems to be in accord with a statement like “time flies when you're having fun” – as opposed to, say, “when you're having lots of thoughts about yourself”.

(Stones lyrics modified along those lines: “what a time drag it is getting attention from oneself”.)

Very pleasant morning in progress, here. We exchanged sleep dream details, enjoyed breakfast to our favorite pundit-ish guy, did a little homeowner anti-entropy.

We'll soon be back to bathroom remodeling, which can be fun when all goes well. But all it takes is a frozen nut, evidence of mold, etc., to derail the fun – never mind suck far more bio-energy from one's system than one anticipated, leaving a lot less gas in the tank for other planned activities.

Just sitting here awaiting my marching orders, as it were. :–)