Sep 09, 2009 12:55
...class days were lovely, but a good portion of them were rather boring.
He came in before dawn, slipped in through the window, closed it and sealed the blinds closed, and then had several hours to wait until his class. There were less after his class, but it didn't make it any less troublesome.
He'd thought of bringing in a canvas and working on his own art in the office, but he hadn't quite managed to get that done yet. Today, as such, he was reading a book. It was a book he'd written, a history text on a dig in South America, and he was going through it with a red pen to see all the mistakes he'd made as revealed by another sixty-or-so years of research.
Only slightly depressing.
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