It is almost an insane feeling of complete freedom, yet at a lost of what to do with all this time on one's hands. A hundred to-dos, each seemingly insignificant. I sit and ponder, comparing task against task, "Which do I start first?". Other incomparably even more insignificant tasks not on the list takes hold instead, and we ponder, "Why do we not have more time?" As seconds turn into minutes, and minutes turn into hours; watching dawn turn into noon then into dusk; time slips away through our fingers, lost, to a Yesterday.