My great experiment: Marking time.

I'm marking time. And not feeling bad or guilty about it. As I perceive it, marking time is like marching in place. In the time or beat of music. It's good exercise. I'm in no hurry to go any place. A way to relax. And feel secure. To contemplate. My next move. Too often, one feels it's necessary to be on the move. Constantly going. From one place to the next.  That could serve as the definition of a liberal. Never holding the same position two days in a row. That it's evil and a waste of time. To mark time.  I'm not so sure about that any more. I've decided to experiment. By marking time. For a few days. Or maybe longer. To see what it feels like. --Jim Broede