Neither the best of times nor the worst of times
With a certain amount of faff and frazzle, I have managed to move to a different campus apartment which may not start the day ridiculously early with the glare (blinds, large windows facing the morning sun, bed opposite window).
In spite of which I have had a usefully productive day in the archives, even though part of it involved reconstructing the notes I took yesterday which vanished in a software glitch.
It is fascinating to work with the papers of a fairly obscure and largely forgotten writer who, in his day, even though he was never a success, nonetheless knew pretty much everybody* (and had feuds with quite a lot of them). One of his great mates (they'd had an affair, but remained best friends) seems to have been in a similar position - her papers are at Boston University, which is rather coy about how much there is and what it consists of, because they could be massively significant for my project; or alternatively, not.
Then this evening I walked down to Cadbro Village to have a relatively civilised and grownup dinner.
*Including my darling GB Stern.
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