Relaxation must be forced on me.
It does not come gently into my bones. It does not settle upon me and sigh like a dove.
Relaxation, my friends, has to be duct-taped to my squirming mind. Held tight and secure against my psyche until I exhaust myself or the “sticky” runs out.
Sometimes the absurdity of my life astounds even my sticky soul.
Until Monday (travel day tomorrow)…