Pace of life, frenetic lately, it seems. Turbo-charged. No time to waste. Non-stop.

This bit scribbled down from the weekend, when I got two, three more hours of sleep each night,

When I slept a little more relaxed,

I toddled and coddled,

I lingered and laundered,

I meandered, wondered, wandered,

I lived a little more slowly, fully…?

Thus decompressed, thus,

Maybe one day’s not enough; if I can get it, maybe two better,

GOOD.