Mrs. T and I are spending the week at one of our favorite vacation retreats, the riverside inn where we honeymooned a decade and a half ago and to which we have returned at regular intervals ever since.
To be sure, all is not quite unbroken peace and tranquility. I wrote a drama column yesterday morning, and we saw a show last night that I’ll be reviewing next week in The Wall Street Journal. Otherwise, though, we’re staying out of the heat, eating other people’s cooking, watching old movies and reading good books, and generally doing as little as possible in a place that is beautiful and cozy beyond belief.
Without such oases of peace, the soul shrivels. To quote a remark by Josef Pieper that every busy city dweller should keep firmly in mind: “Unless we regain the art of silence and insight, the ability for non-activity, unless we substitute true leisure for our hectic amusements, we will destroy our culture—and ourselves.”
We return home on Saturday, and life will return to normal come Monday. For now, though, we’re in the blessed state of being on holiday. Here’s hoping that you, too, are taking time off this week.