Bit of a nip in the air last night. Seems winter's coming on.
I must remember that the stable living and working situations that I'm constantly thinking about and working towards are attractive because of the possibility of work. The reason a room in a brutalist tower appeals is that I could fill it with paperback books (as I habitually do at rentals that last longer than a month and a half). And there is a very specific abundance at hand in form of one of the world's largest research libraries that allows for many hours of work and reading before the extraordinary difficulties of the day have to be dealt with again. Hic Rhodus, hic salta!