I'm not convinced that I ever really relax. I am convinced, however, that it will catch up with me at some point.
There are definitely times where I am doing nothing, sure. The relaxation for which I am searching, however, eludes me. It is most strange, but it has only recently crossed my mind.
My mornings are somewhat relaxing, but I find that interruptions destroy any tranquility more often than not. I suppose the simplest answer is to make myself uninterruptible.
Tomorrow morning, when I'm reading my book with coffee in hand, I will disable all alerts. For those twenty minutes, nothing is more important than getting my daily dose of relaxation.