As I sit here; the sun flickers on my bed as it passes through the fresh green leaves on the trees; Orion, gives his orange fur a furious tongue bath, showing on his incredible flexibleness and strangely mocking me with because he knows I cannot even touch my toes; my iPod plays random music going from salutary summer tunes to steel cased rock rifts by a band with 'the' in their title.



Everything happens so quickly and when it's over all I can say is my, that went by quickly. Exponentially so, but that must be an indication that I am enjoying myself for the greater part of the hole. No longer am I waiting for something to happen, because it is. And because it is, other things get pushed to the side. Things I had time for and did like a Rock Star are on the wayside. Case in point. I can't surf the web anymore. I can't last more than 15 minutes. What happened to all the content out there? It shriveled up and died and now the net seems void and spotted with decaying sites. It's terrible state has zapped the creativity from me.