Today is a day when minutes are crammed into minutes and hours spread themselves out within the longest duration into days. Today proceeds very slowly, with moments only reluctantly surrendering the movement of creatures and process.
You have returned, and your time is not your own, but someone else possesses it. You are perhaps doing something you always loathed, and that loathing is the ally of the creeping time. They mock you and in true sadistic manner laugh at your distress.
Happy Monday!