It takes adjustment to something that I must momentarily describe as a non-schedule. At least when I compare my current days with my days in Michigan over the past ten years. For example, I am usually a "studio runner", many times in a week for short sessions - maybe 2-3 hours, whenever I could eek out time -  before (and after) courses I taught, after bringing and before picking up the son from school, after running errands, on weekends before preparing a meal and so on. It was mainly a triangular system - Rochester - Pontiac - Detroit; Family - Studio - Teaching. I'm sure, dear reader, you can relate to this.
And now?
It is bi-polar now (no kidding).  Teaching load is rather light and so
I spend many mornings in the colony house where I also draw, read, and do things of uncertain purpose; afternoons, I drive to the old hospital area (mental hospital, I hear) in Coralville, where I paint. Time is suddenly available but my inner clock hasn't yet adjusted to the fact that I can spend an entire day in the studio if I wish to.

Things.

Still looking around. I went back to the river area on my bike - trails along the river, picnic and parking areas, baseball and soccer areas. The water levels are very low due to a very dry summer. But one still finds signs that it hasn't always been that low. Later, a walk around the Hickory Hill park.  It is about 2 miles from where I live, an area where one can get lost among the old trees, strange noises that I don't hear in Michigan and ever changing landscape.