Another stagnant day is upon oneself.

Time goes by so quickly, so why do I waste it by my inability to get things done or accomplished. There seems to be some sort of sludge inside of me that is slowing down progress or movement.

Good, bad or indifferent, one wonders what is creating all this.

Lazy day of hot muggy air, so unlike Seattle. This summer is confusing in so many ways. Change seems to be all around me. Being a person who usually does not mind it, I find myself holding backing wanting to stay put. Alas, that is not possible so the slow snail like pace seems to be the quickest I am willing to move. Why?

Ever feel like the head is to full of different emotions? Where do we put all of them? How can we claim them to be ours when we cannot even remember that they all exist? The sludge thickens.

Peace.