Day of rest after a week of duties. First a massage and then a plan not to have a
plan. A day with no projected product at the end of it. The work ethic can have
the day off. I’m not sure why I still feel that I have to justify my existence
with work. I can hear my father asking what I did all day and the answer had
better be something besides ‘I read a book.’
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