Walk or Work
Torn between wanting to go for a nice walk and get some work done, I made a deal with myself:
work for an hour, then go for a walk.
Myself was pretty good company; she didn’t mind if I diddle-dawdled, exclaimed over the beauty of trees, left the path to look at rocks, tried out a stretch of a branching off, took photos of flowers, …
All of a sudden, at the last 200 meters, I felt tired. Maybe I was losing weight? But soon I was home and, opening the door, called, “Is it tea time yet?”