Time looms ahead of me.
Continuous.
Endless.
240 hours of space.
I would like to think
I want to do something,
but not really.
I need to be alone.
Do my endless projects.
Finish unfinished business.
Be lazy again and again.
Accomplish some dreams that, alas, may not be fulfilled.
Reach for the inevitable, the stars, the moon, the sky.
Search for nothing and find something worthwhile.
Rummage through my trash.
Rekindle old flames.
Satisfy a need.
Make love.
Read my abandoned books.
Live life to the fullest.
Fly.
Time looms ahead of me.
Continuous.
Endless.
240 hours of space.
I Have Cramps 
I really like this. It reminds me of myself in terms of how wonderful I find having time free of constraints to pay attention to, and be involved in, creative endeavors which matter to me.
I know your 10 day, 240 hour holiday took a turn for the unexpected, but it looks like you are making the best of it.
* Perhaps little Leiza’s may soon visit too. Hee, hee! *
Haha, Marie! :P Hm, no I don’t think it’s going to happen for the following days. :)
I did watch 3 movies today, though. Quite productive, I believe. ;)