[nickbarone]

There's an old SF short story about a writer who, after wishing he never had to wait again (for the bus, in line, to hail a cab...) realizes that those interstitial moments were his most creative.

Also seems to me it's like those nights you can't sleep, but because your mind wanders where it wants, you end up feeling rested anyway. Or "unstructured time" in the schedules of over scheduled kids.

If you keep the moments where nothing in particular is happening, you allow for those moments where anything can happen...?