Ugh. It is unbearably hot today. It feels like stepping into a moist oven every time I go outside. Just the thought of moving makes me feel exhausted. Not good.
I did manage to do a couple of productive things today:
1) I finished reading Written in my Own Heart’s Blood (I try to reconcile my bookish feelings here).
2) I printed out a double-sided, 2-page copy of the soul-crushing Draft 2 for reading and note-taking (re: sense-making).
Somehow, I will work up the will to take a walk this evening… after the sun goes down.
marginalia and such 