True, I’m out of the 9 to 5 rodent marathon, but this doesn’t mean we’re not busy. Indeed, between a strict exercise regimen, meetings with friends and colleagues, trying to find time to read and write and a social calendar that is far more full than in my working days, I’ve barely had time to come up for air this past month.
Example: when I proudly announced to trainer Heidi Engel that I’d made my goal of walking 2 miles in one hour, her (not atypical) response was something like ‘Great, Chris. So when do you think you’ll be up to 3 miles?’ She also extended, in impromptu fashion, my one-hour weekly, supervised rehab session to 90 minutes (not to be confused with our other 5 unsupervised sessions a week).
My (physical) inbox is stacked 3 deep with untouched issues of New Scientist, The New Yorker and Wired: my ‘cloud’ inbox has 5703 unread messages. The battery of my Kindle died while waiting for me to open it. Don’t even ask how many books await my attention. Top item in inbox: ‘dig out inbox’…
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You obviously need a vacation!