Too many interesting things to do and think about

There are far too many interesting things to do in this world, too many interesting ideas to pursue, too many interesting people to correspond with. And being only one person, sometimes I have the feeling I just can't keep up. And why is it that the most interesting things always seem to be least associated with financial remuneration?

Sometimes I can convince myself that the problem is not that I am simply disorganized, the problem is really that conventional, traditional forms of the organization of everyday life no longer apply. Sometimes I am convinced that our perception of time is changing: as time is broken down into increasingly precise and ever smaller units, it has already passed beyond the boundaries of human understanding. The units are too small and too precise to accommodate the rhythms of human life, so no one can "keep up". The question then is, when do we reach something like "the breaking point", the point where people – at least significant groups of people – start refusing to accept the constant acceleration and just stop "functioning"?

Then I get up and walk away from the computer, notice my three men engrossed in their various activities, and I realize it is supposed to be my job to ensure that they – and the household we share – do, in fact, "function". How did that get to be my job anyway?

I have obviously not been paying enough attention to my three men and our household to provide any kind of account of what anyone has been doing lately.