Had a lazy day today, didn’t do much of anything. Got a hair cut in the morning, went for an invigorating walk on the sea shore with ladypine around noon, and then spent the evening reading Lois McMaster Bujold’s Cordelia’s Honor[0]. Orna made me a cup of Earl Gray tea, to which I promptly added a generous dollop of Glenmorangie Whisky. Ahh, bliss!
[0] Does anyone know what is up with the weird aftermaths for “Shards of Honor”? I found it lovely and chilling, but I can’t figure out why Bujold put it there.
Muli Ben-Yehuda's journal 