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De Fatigatione Sedentaria.

devoutly I am afflicted by restlessness from time to time, together with the blues.  I’m depressed every year in January (this year was no exception) and April (last year was no exception, and I’m not expecting an exemption this year).  But now I am noticing that often these feelings go together with impatience at the chairs I have to use every day.  The one I use here in New Orleans seems to have put pressure on one spot in my rump for too long, and I’m ready to fly to the ends of the Earth to avoid sitting on it.  For years I’ve presumed this is avoidance, laziness, depression, self-hatred, the morbus Hibernorum, my patrimony of fecklessness, “the restless fires of genius,” or some other psychological condition.  Now I’m wondering if maybe I should just get a new chair.

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