Where did Marjaana go?

I have slipped into the zone. It happened so fast (or gradually, who knows) that I hardly noticed it coming. The zone is a beautiful place many of us don't get a chance to visit too often. It feels like there is cotton in your ears and tiny little curtains drawn infront of your eyes. Due to mörketid, it also feels like someone swallowed Tromsö. Or put it into a bag to be opened again in January.

And so you spend the day floating around, doing whatever you please. No pressure, no people you have to meet somewhere, no schedule, no waking hours. Anytime is nap time and regular hours for doing whatever normal (like eating, going to the gym, socializing) have become so flexible that almost anything goes. Oh sweet times, I can't wait for them to continue for the next couple of weeks. Some may call it the holiday mode, I call it the zone. Hurray for the zone, may you find it soon too.