This morning, I got an impressive array of mail. I got postcards from Alex and Bryony (who are still off hiking), as well as from Tristan in New York. Meghan sent me a letter, and my mother sent me a package that can only be my hiking boots. With the second supervision I am teaching in an hour and a meeting with Dr. Hurrell shortly after, I haven’t the time to go through all this right now, but many thanks to all those who sent things.
I am glad to know that nothing now remains in the way of the Scotland trip. My unrelated trip to London tomorrow promises to extend my pattern of minimal sleep. This looks to be another 7:00am or earlier style departure. I should be back in time to catch the tail-end of Nora’s birthday barbecue.
Actually, there is no longer a birthday barbecue…
Nora,
Are there alternative plans?
Do the boots still fit? You probably want to re-break them in for a few days before subjecting yourself to intense hiking in them.
Tristan took a very good photo of the reading room of the New York Public Library. It is part of his overall New York set.