Morning

There was a plan. One of the benefits from my holiday was being afforded the chance to write many of the thoughts that cling throughout the day. I had thought of reading the epic poem London by Johnson today. Earlier this a.m. I thought it would be more prudent to devote effort to charting my impressions of the two introductions to the Burton. I have also decided that despite its supreme nerd connotations, I will be buying a small notebook to absorb my reactions to the text in as chronological a manner as possible. I will leave this as such.