I just looked up and it was 1130 at night. I think I sat down at seven to work on a project doing with my brother.… I don’t think I moved more than 6 inches the whole time… I was hunched over ice quarantine to read stuff, burning my fingers…

It was heaven :-)

I love that kind of work that I get so immersed in that I don’t notice the passing of time… I don’t get hungry… I don’t get tired…

It’s also called “flow”… In the research of the psychologist Csíkszentmihályi

I don’t know how to say his name… But I love his ideas

I also just like typing his name

OK time to flow to bed

Nite all, nite Sam

-me