It's going ...

I can feel it slipping away -- the freedom to think, or read, or write (or do something else) --as I wanted to do it. And I can feel all the other stuff -- the monkeys, the polite conversations, the endless tasks waiting my atttention -- jggling up and down, gathering all around me, ready to push inwards as soon as freedom dissipates. I don't feel nostalgic, just incredibly sad.