After that, I did little work, save the help I gave while making brunch today (omelettes with toast and sausage)) and the two paragraphs I produced for my journal article. I and spent the balance of the afternoon in my tent with Les Miserables. I admit, I skipped over 85% of the intricately detailed description of the battle of Waterloo, feeling like a cheat as I did so. Aside from that, I am thoroughly enjoying the grandiose writing style, and the sensation of recovering my bookworm self.
It is evening now, I have nothing more to add. Perhaps I’ll attack more of my Swahili vocabulary pile. Perhaps I’ll just further atrophy my mind with idleness. It’s good to have a day off.