Today I found that I was far more interested in laying in the grass than in the things my generally daily grind had to offer. And conveniently enough the stars aligned in such away as to afford me such luxury.

This is going to be a long week. This is going to be a tough week. My vision is blurry, cloudy. It's always tough to focus on the important things in times like these.

It's tough to recall why the "important things" are the "important things".
It's tough to wonder why my definition of "important" can so quickly and radically alter.

I don't have time to waste on wasting time. What is going to give here?