A very unproductive day so far, though the required tasks have been accomplished. Peculiar influx of trireme work at the moment I was to return to the books. Also, surrounded in several different places by extremely unhelpful and peculiar people doing odd things. Perhaps some sort of collective malicious madness after the storm.
Thoughts of fleeing to Bosnia grow stronger and stronger. (Commixed with memories of Romania, but I'm not sure if there's much for me there.)