It seems I am in the Doldrums. The wind is non-existent and I am floating on and at the complete will of the sea. I am going nowhere ... or so it seems when a flurry of activity suddenly stops and all you hear is silence, all you know is the sound of your own voice, and you long for the familiar noise of activity, something that says that life is moving forward, that you are alive, not dead, and there is a purpose to your days.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean. ~Coleridge

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