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Sat Nov 26 09:08:21 EST 2016
Slept from eleven to seven. Woke briefly around two.
Mostly cloudy today. High of forty-three.
Spent a couple of hours after I woke up reading Rob Cowen's Common Ground. I like the premise better than the execution.
Photos of holloways:
https://www.theguardian.com/books/gallery/2013/may/23/1
> A holloway is a sunken path; a route that centuries of footfall, hoof-hit, wheel-roll and rain-rush have harrowed down into the bedrock. In places they are 18ft beneath the level of the fields and exhibit grotesque and wild appearances, from the tangled roots that are twisted among the strata. Some holloways are overgrown by the trees that border them, so they resemble green-roofed tunnels.
http://wainwrightprize.com/
Goals:
- Read
Done.
- Walk
No.
- Laundry
No.
- Grocery shopping
No.
Breakfast: carrots, coffee with half-and-half
Lunch: last of the Thanksgiving leftovers
Dinner: Jimmy John's
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