As I’m writing this post it’s Sunday afternoon and Dale and I just got back from a weekend away in Plymouth. We’re sitting on the couch, each with our laptops, doing the usual: checking emails, catching up on Facebook. You know the drill. And he looks over at me and says, “why am I so exhausted from a weekend of doing absolutely nothing but relaxing?”
While I have no answer to his question, I do agree that he’s got a point – relaxing is hard work. Especially when your idea of relaxing is wandering around the streets of Plymouth, walking the jetty, drinking lots of beer, eating as much lobster as possible, trying new restaurants, listening to great music, reading and talking and enjoying being together.
It’s utterly exhausting.