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I had expected to be in Oxford by now, but after getting to bed at some point after 1 after the DSoc event, woke up at 5 (having dreamed about the Society - obsessed, moi?,) seemingly alert, had a breakfast of beans on toast, listened to the first half of Auld Mortality, napped, washed, dressed, faced storm with thunder and lightning, decided not to go out just yet, felt very tired and fell asleep over the new Doctor Who Magazine.
Now I think I'll move the freelancing to tomorrow and the weekend, as the Bodleian is open on Saturdays, and do some more flat-sorting today. The piles in the living room are lower now, and there is one box made up and marked with a nostalgic stylized 'A', the left diagonal formed by a shadow cast by a sword brandished as if from a pool...
Now I think I'll move the freelancing to tomorrow and the weekend, as the Bodleian is open on Saturdays, and do some more flat-sorting today. The piles in the living room are lower now, and there is one box made up and marked with a nostalgic stylized 'A', the left diagonal formed by a shadow cast by a sword brandished as if from a pool...