Dry November: Day 24
November 24, 2019
I failed yesterday, or rather through rationalisation and deliberation decided to have some drinks at a pub, at a party. It was good to see everyone, a friend from New York, friends met in the Balkans. But my memory and the night’s memorability were reduced, so I must reduce again, reductio ad absurdum, return to resolution.
The wagon today moved slowly, of course, laden as it was with nocturnal impedimenta, though I’m still enjoying Byatt’s Possession. Now off to read a paper about criticality in the brain.