January 24, 2017

Some days are so long you forget what actually happened when they started out. Worked out and wrote a poem in the gym café, which becomes one of my favorite things to do. Quite good classes, at the end of which I was staggering with exhaustion. The students claimed to be as well, or said so to make me feel better. A few boring sword-and-sandals on TV, then monstrously early to bed.