What I long for, this week, are vast, uncharted tracts of time. Time that stretches out to the horizon! Time you can't ride to the end of in a single day, that has enough space for a house and a herd of free-range cattle. Time that easily houses a nap, some homework, some studying, some goofing off, and a meal or two, and then still... more time leftover.
What I've got are tiny, square, suburban plots of time, each one enough for maybe half of a homework problem and two lines of code. Fence-lined time with no trees on it, half of it covered in concrete.
(Of course, if I had my wide open prairie time, I'd just sit around moping for something to do.)