There is a quality of involuntarily restricted movement. I’ve experienced this several times already. I’m currently waiting for a delivery that requires a signature—holding me in the kitchen for the next couple of hours. This is a primary quality of The Hanged Man, and was left out of today’s reading. All in the flow. I’m yielding without pressure, and trusting that all will be taken care of when I get to resume action. The moments are passing by pleasantly.