We’ve been on the run for a few months now, and it’s become something of a habit, this running madly barely stopping for a breath. It’s time to take stock of ourselves, understand that we are supposed to be “retired”, and that we will not suffer any penalty if we don’t actually do anything for a day or two.
Of course it may be a little difficult to write about it at day’s end. How does one describe with a sufficiency of eloquence taking one’s breakfast while still clad in night attire at a time when others less relaxed may well have been contemplating their elevenses?
It was raining, the boat was tidy and we went for a long walk in the afternoon.
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