The song Too Much Time on My Hands by STYX hits me brain waves. Does anyone really have too much time on their hands? I wish I could find the joy in idleness. Even my car doesn’t idle. I shift into park when I have to wait in long gas lines at Costco. Is parking the same as idling. You’d think multi tasking would be deadly at the age of 73.  Seven hours of uninterrupted sleep is my kind of idleness. My creative juices refuse to let me just sit and be. I rush to my Dell and compose until my fingers wrists and elbows hurt. That should be a clue to slow down-you move to fast. Oh God another song-Feeling Groovy.