This is a pattern I have just realized that captures and captivates me. When I am in my own home, I frequently have this compulsion that I need to be doing something productive.
I write this post from the bed my homestay in the heart of St. John’s. I do not have anything that I should be doing. I have given myself permission that I can do nothing.
Why can I not do this when I am home, from time to time?
No, there is always something to do at home.
