Chilly day: reading and typing

Chilly in Library Court

As I sit in my room writing this, I am wearing a MEC microfibre shirt, a wool sweater, my woolen hoodie (hood on), and a fleece over top of all of it. Central heating here is more nominal than real and I prefer bundling up to breaking out energy inefficient space heaters. Besides, the cold helps me concentrate.

Today featured a sustained effort to finish the two papers due on Tuesday. Being able to celebrate the end of this crush period with Nick is most welcome, but I need to defer all contemplation of such things until the two hurdles have been o’erleapt. I finished the Jonathan Spence book tonight and I think it will form the chronological basis for the China paper. Tomorrow I will mount a Northern Expedition to the SSL to access confined books vital to the American foreign policy paper.

At about ten tonight, between spans of reading and writing, I spent a pleasant half hour having soup with Nora and Kelly. I lost track of them at the bop yesterday, though their nights seem to have concluded reasonably well. From their descriptions, I am glad I was wearing my headphones while working between 2:00am and 6:30am, when I went to sleep. Tonight looks set to be comparable but, soup fortified, I will surely be able to manage it. My editing session with Bryony has been pushed back to 9:30am tomorrow.

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6 thoughts on “Chilly day: reading and typing”

  1. In this photo, which is far more documentary than artistic, you can see the Latin-covered curtains that Nora envies.

  2. So, it’s 7:10am and I nearly have a draft of the China paper hammered out for Bryony – footnotes and all. I am going to go have a shower.

  3. Crazy, man. I hope you get to at least have a nap or something today…

  4. I’m convinced that the curtains contain passages from Sallust’s Jugurthine War. I’d ask you to switch with me but my drapes are an unfortunate (and unmasculine) shade of pink.

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