The Troad is a fine field for conjecture and snipe-shooting, and a good scholar may exercise their feet and faculties to great advantage upon the spot
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Have been lying on the floor. Living room floor. Near radiator: warm place. Furry blanket. Sheepskin slippers. Well, these last couple of days have been grim. Dragged myself to Starbucks to be sociable this morning. Shouldn't have gone: hard to stay upright, and the manager bumped into me: second degree black coffee burns on left hand. I didn't even order coffee. Have retreated to furry blanket and living room floor. Safe here.