Time or timing out

All in all, the pandemic has caused me to look at time differently. Since March, my trips have all been cancelled, and yet I seem to lack time. It disappears. It languishes. My old concept of time challenges me to do something with each day, yet now I ask if the challenge is to accept doing nothing. I have found no way of gauging what I accomplish so the idea of accomplishing something comes into question. Is time best spent assessed by goals achieved, places visited, travel completed, driving away from home and driving back? I ask why I am obsessed with time and accomplishment? Why do I link them? What goals could be worthy in this COVID time? Is it meaningful just to avoid getting the Corona virus? To eat well and keep my (and Tom's) immune system strong? Would having no goals be worthy? For a while, putting in 1-2 hours a day on exercise was central to my life and I felt much better, but later in the summer, the motivation to act slipped, I slid off that wagon and am yet to climb back on. I have ideas about depicting rain and water as woodcuts and lithographs -- I make photographs during days when it rains. I have captured magnificent puddles filled with overlapping ellipses. I will think about them for a while. Perhaps I will map out a month ahead so that I don't self-evaporate. Or not.