She uses the word restless, and I nod.
"Bored is not a good word. I shouldn't have said bored. I should have said restless."
I nod, but she can't see me through the phone. It's just that she's on to something perhaps. That so much is a result of our restlessness. This uneasy I need to be busier. I am not doing enough.
She found a solution.
It's so not glamorous. It involves sweating and possibly some following day joint pain and it works for her. She goes outside and pushes a lawnmower and picks and cans tomatoes and before long she's too tired to be restless anymore.
Today I am grateful for a phone, for a conversation which explains so much. It's all so simple really.