Holidays have a knack for reducing the activity of my metabolism to near zero levels. When work forces the motor to spin up again, all of the available energy is usually drained by that until, usually, things have begun to run somewhat smoothly again.
At fifty-three, the latter seems to take increasingly longer every time.
I don’t know how often I sat in front of an open WordPress window, ready to type something up for this little corner of the Internet of mine, … only to immediately close said window again.
It’s not that I didn’t have anything to say.
It’s just that I preferred to do other things instead.
It’s a luxury I increasingly afford myself.
“What goes up must come down
Spinnin’ wheel, got to go round …”
Life in a nutshell.
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