Carcharodontics

At times like this I wonder how much I lose by considering myself somewhere in between residential stasis and vagabond transience and newly-arrived-freshly-openedness. Somewhere in the interstices between those three nodes, or circulating between them at all times, or simply occupying all three spaces at once. Am I trianglular - wholly a trinity - or an impulse bounced from receptor to receptor? Constant motion is a kind of stasis, I guess. Sharks, swimming, drowning, etc.

Also, my Lazy Sundays have gotten downright Torpid. I'd never make it as a shark.