Strange days are these...

...After all the adrenaline and almost living on steroids due to stress and over-excitement during the last three months, I find myself relaxed, EAZZZY, and unwilling to pick up a faster pace. I get up early in the morning for calls and emails. But then, if the racoon, the chinese rat and the long leg continue to slumber an hour or two later, I cannot resist paying them a visit in bed to enjoy their peaceful breathing.

I work, but without a hurry.

I think slowly, write slowly, respond slowly.

But I feel faster.

Is this just an illusion? Or, is it a result of what seems a crazy theory within our post-modern, ultra-urban, cybernetically defined reality? Joy , peace and even accomplishments are related to serenity.