I’ve an appointment in town. A break from my desk and this computer. I will lie down on a raised couch and be attended to. I will sleep and probably snore. It will be restful. And I shall enter into, albeit for a short time, another person’s life. That, for me at least, is restful. I listen to stories of another family’s Christmas, the food that will be cooked, the decorations put out, the presents bought. And I will picture it as I listen. All of it. In detail. And I will celebrate it. Another’s pleasure, that isn’t mine and yet is.
