I just really didn't feel like doing anything today. This, of course, is a fairly pedestrian sensation for me, especially as work on the Disgrace chapter enters it's ninth month. I mean, I really think it's about time this baby is born, you know? At any rate, I slogged through the lethargy and used the evening to reread/take notes on a bit more of the novel. And, truth be told, it was a pleasant enough evening. I took my book over to Friendly's, transported myself to Lucy Lurie's smallholding for an hour or two, and left off feeling that I'd made some real intellectual progress. At least the amount of marginalia I scrawled seems to suggest as much.
For tomorrow, etc.: Read or transcribe.