in this acrobatic continuity

Hovering through the street scenes and looking forward to the next play that would give me a lift, not that I particularly need one now, but a good play has the power to put a stamp in this continuity of time, a positive stamp, that allows me to reflect and say, yes, I lived through that very well. These evenings I come home and try to focus on what I have to do, and amidst this litany of tasks is the procedure of entering the shower, and if after having entered I feel fresher, I could then push myself to carry on my tasks a little longer, and I could be so consumed that I don't feel tired until I actually lie on the bed and think to myself, Why didn't I come to bed earlier?