15. The Lost Art of Rest
I don’t really need an internet article to tell me how to rest. Or do I?
It is a rainy September night in Paris and I am at a local café on the rue Montorgueil, having a hot chocolate. A French onion soup is on the way. I didn’t get dressed until after 4pm today, because I am trying this new thing called “rest.”
I’m still trying to recover from the two bouts of Covid I had this year, in April and in Jul…
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