Day 152, Monday, June 1, 10am: I am walking back from dropping off Eight-Year-Old at school and I notice my shoulders are not where they should be.
Or rather, they're where they should be but not where they used to be.
They're lower, and further back.
This is what a week in Crete does for you. This is what a week of lazing in the
sun by the pool does for you. It reminds you how to relax and just be. It reminds you that there is no such thing as time (apart from lunchtime), only watches and clocks and chimes and alarms.
I wonder how long it will take for my shoulders to revert to their usual, hunched, knotted situation?
School pick-up time this afternoon, I fancy... In fact, I think my shoulders are on the move already.
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