The Art of Work and Play
A Lesson in the Importance of Rest
Writing, I am seated in a green-upholstered armchair, the legs of which are painted a rich dark brown. The chair is, if I’m to venture a guess, Edwardian in style (certainly not Victorian). I am alone in the living room of my mother-in-law’s house, where I often retreat to write during my visits. However, the boom of the television in the sitting room at the back of the dwelling ricochets off the listless walls. It is the last Saturday in February, late in t...
Writing, I am seated in a green-upholstered armchair, the legs of which are painted a rich dark brown. The chair is, if I’m to venture a guess, Edwardian in style (certainly not Victorian). I am alone in the living room of my mother-in-law’s house, where I often retreat to write during my visits. However, the boom of the television in the sitting room at the back of the dwelling ricochets off the listless walls. It is the last Saturday in February, late in t...
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