After a long day, I just want to avoid all tasks and take shelter somewhere. I could take the train in the opposite direction and travel west toward Nineveh - to the mall. But I have plenty of delicious tea at home. Going home, though, brings to mind all the chores that need to be done. I may take shelter in the church library, if it's open. I could sit there and read through the 12 prophets with a tall yixing tumbler of strawberry pu-erh tea. Or I could poke at Akkadian... Whatever is done, though, true rest is found only in One.