It's rare I get days like these. It's quiet, there's no emergencies, no one needs my assistance at the moment. I rather am enjoying the relaxation. -- Anon Guest
He had gone through his routines. His morning Kata, feeding the cats, feeding the Dire Goats and then milking them, and then setting most of the milk into the vats with rennet. A few pints went into the sterile bottles and then into the cold box for later. He'd breakfasted and flirted with Delia before he noticed.
Nobody had come to interrupt his business of the day.
Nobody had demanded instructions, a ruling on the wording of a law, no potential students had arrived in expectation of learning from his Dojo. A Dojo that he had finally handed off to someone younger and more agile. From this day forth, he was just another creaky old devilborn enjoying his sunset years.
Dare he risk it?
The chair had been waiting since he'd built it. Cats tended to inhabit it during the afternoon. He had not sat in it for longer than an hour at a time. Every time he relaxed, every time he got close to comfort in this chair... trouble came to find him.
His old wound was acting up, and there was little at all to do with the rest of his day.
"I'm going to try the chair," he warned Delia.
"I'll give it an hour and join you," said Delia, finishing her own routine. She was more capable of dealing with trouble than he was, today.
Kosh scooped up the cat in the seat and set the little creature on his lap when he sank into the cushions. He took a deep breath and allowed his body to relax. It took some effort to just appreciate the scenery, which had been why he'd chosen this cottage in the first place.
The cat leaped off him. Birds flitted about in the trees. Little lizards sunned themselves on the stone walls. Two different cats decided he was amenable and made themselves comfortable on him.
The sunshine was warm. The chair comfortable. It was hours before he was due to move the curds to their moulds.
Kosh shut his eyes. When he opened them again, he not only had cats on his person, but also a happily snuggly wife. "Hallo, liebe."
"Isn't it good? Finally being able to do nothing?"
"Mmm... I never understood the lure of nothing before."
"And now?"
"I think I shall take up nothing as a hobby."
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