Woke and did tai chi at 6:30 this morning, then went back to bed before writing. Mistake, always. Write as a part of the daily practice, not a separate practice at a different time. I did manage to do my daily druidic divination, though, before going back to bed.
I’m not cut out for this enforced relaxation. I’m ready for school to start up again — which is Monday. Somehow not soon enough — I’m ready to begin again, I think. That’s always a rough thing to encounter, though — I have had enough vacation, I want to work. I’m always minded of the Henry IV line from Shakespeare, in the mouth of Prince Hal, “If all the world were playing holiday, to sport would be as tedious as to work.” (Is that the line? No, it’s
If all the year were playing holidays,To sport would be as tedious as to work,But when they seldom come, they wished for come,And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.— Henry IV, Part I, Act 1, Scene 2)