1-2-3-4 on the bar at home, following a three-mile run. I almost forgot that I had restarted running, back before vacation.
This week, I've basically only enjoyed building Lego stuff with the guy, watching TV with Katt, and working out. I'm thinking I need to get another job, but for how long will that make that eight hours a day "meaningful"?
I read that
Atlantic article about professional decline, and though I think it was clickbaity with weak (or no, maybe?) cites, it did have a point about basing your happiness around accomplishments. The problem with that is that after you accomplish something, you have to find something else to accomplish.
Of course, the problem with just enjoying yourself with leisure is that you become acclimated to that leisure. So, maybe you just constantly have to flop around?
Heh, while I'm at it, what is the point of being happy? Should we just seek some Brave New World kind of existence?