Sunday morning, it occurred that I hadn’t taken a day off in three weeks.
I say “occurred,” but really it was the body that it occurred to. I felt torpor and fatigue. My legs ached. The idea of sitting in a chair at a desk one more time made my bones groan—so, I packed a tote bag, made coffee, and set out.
I’m lucky to l…
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