I love that, Praise, 'the willingness to let things have their own rhythm'.

I recently had some friends visit me in Moscow. The first day or so was filled with go-go-go, until the inevitable "What do you MEAN the book/music/wine store is CLOSED??? It's only 7pm????" I had to explain once again that that was the reason I moved there in the first place. No neon-light 24hr mega-mart, no pizza delivery, and (gasp) no television!

It does however, have a dairy, run by special needs kids, that delivers milk to your door in glass bottles. The guys at the book and music stores will hunt up anything my little heart desires, and their main grocery store is a farmer's co-op.

Granted, none of it is pre-packaged exhistance, with days lining up like so many McNuggets. But the rhythm is great for procrastination, the step is so slow that hardly anyone notices you are out of time.