In four hours of focused work, perhaps five minutes of thought. Very bad. At first, started in an empty room, but it filled up. Decamped to a second location when some folks arrived reeking of beer. Then was surrounded by a few tourists with respiratory infections. Likely that none of them were using the collections, of course, just there for the scenery and the free internet.
But five minutes is better than nothing. And perhaps whatever mental condition I was in after workout in the discount gym with the ventilation on the fritz and a somewhat dispiriting Mass required 3:55 of mountain climbing to get back to par. If course, I could have walked the miles to Anglican vespers the massive cathedral by Columbia, but now's not the time for idle descant. Only the work.
Thinking of the rooms I rented in Cluj. Perfect small monastic place, concrete walls, ten stories up, overlooking the town and the (small) mountains beyond. Decent kitchen, table by the window.
Never gripe about exile. The gulag might be next.
#onward