Always, I’m occupied by two conflicting impressions. First, that I’m naturally predisposed to — indeed, can only flourish within the confines of — leisure. Second, that I’m a mere human parasite, benefiting constantly from the uncomfortable exertions of others.
Occasionally, I become nearly convinced by one of the positions — only, that is, until the other presents a compelling argument to the contrary.
This, to answer a question no one’s asked, is how I manage my time.