Becalmed day. Mass, quick meditation, walked to the research library, making a quick stop at the discount biscuit shop for a couple 10 oz bags of pitas. Novella of the AM (still meandering through late in the PM) The Return of Munchausen. Modern Russian, a bit dark, and anecdotes a bit attenuated from the originals, but still enjoyable.
And then to the work -- the mind played a trick it has sometimes played before in low-rest, high-stress times, and simply refused to engage when given access to the text. Like working through the different gears of a transmission until you find the teeth that will provide some resistance. A very low gear for much of the day.
On the upside, the books are much stronger, the food much healthier (trademark carton of tofu, young carrots, etc.), gym much better equipped, as compared to wandering the Balkans prior to last Friday. A few traditionally important creature comforts missing, but slogging through that, and if I can just get the mind to catch hold a bit more strongly, I might be able to make a good thing or two out of this odd interstitial rough landing.