I've had little time for reading, writing or exercise.
But yesterday, Ruth gave me a few hours to work.
It was a gorgeous Spring day, all blue and breezy brightness.
In my glorious three hours, did I research Muromachi arts and literature, write notes on Meiji, and catch up on emails to editors?
I went for jog (just shy of six kilometres) to where Ruth and the kids were. Then we spent the afternoon together: dining, walking, reading kids' books, and the like.
While I didn't do any work, I felt perfectly philosophical: less distracted by false values, and more sure of what's worthwhile in life; less waylaid by the phantoms of duty, and more clear about happiness.
A day together was just what the two doctors ordered.