ephemera

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 No run this AM.  The conservatory performance was worthwhile, but it was still a few hours of sitting quietly in a rather crowded and under-ventilated room.  The full 8 h., a great rarity with me, seemed in order.  The locals are a bit like the Chicagoans in that regard, perhaps because of the winters.  The comfort of the close.

2,500 years ago, it would have been possible to observe the apprentices perform their choric odes in the open stone theatre of Lycurgus, head back to the dwelling, have some vegetables, and then wake at dawn to run.  But we live in airtight cubes now, for no reason that I can fathom other than the forced-air climate control requires it.  (Even where the structures themselves use radiant heat instead.)