It seemed like they never so much as took a break.
It didn't sound like they were hurrying, though.
I suppose I could try meditations to make myself like another.
Ach. Phooey.
Get some kind of little book
in which you can keep a record
of certain things you do.
Imagine someone
(Abunduntia, in one of her many guises)
placing one hundred dollar bills
in your open hand
counting them out
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
or counter
then pick them up
put them in an envelope
and put it in your inside breast pocket.
Then make a note of the time
and what you did.
This follows on my advice.
And it continues.