Felt under the weather all day. Not much energy, weak, tired. I took two naps back-to-back, an hour each, one on my couch and one on Fjord's. Didn't particularly make me feel better but it passed the time nicely.

I'm still trying to do Poetical Books journals but it's going slowly. I find it hard to write insightful analysis on Proverbs. There's certainly much there to think about; I must change strategies.

For our Monday night play reading, we read Murder in the Cathedral by T.S. Eliot. It was light on action and interaction (long speeches), but as always Eliot's imagery is unmatched.

The next few weeks require focus. I have four writing projects. The work is certainly doable, but there are a million ways to fritter your time here.

My window is wide open to November and it's still hot in here.

I'm at peace about leaving LeTourneau. I'll be sad but I've been saying goodbye to places and happenings and people, not with words, but just in the sense that I enjoy them in a different kind of way. It's time to go.