Today Peter's Christmas present arrived.
Today I played Go against the computer because it was too cold and wet to venture to the Go club.
Today I ate loads of junk while solving puzzles and cosying up in front of the radiator, listening to Chopin. It's that kind of Monday.
Today Peter and I had a wonderful Sunday roast lunch at The Anchor pub. And then it was sad to see him off to Plymouth again.
Today Peter and I had dim sum for lunch and felt guilty afterwards about eating baby octopus.
Today Peter came from Plymouth to be with me for the weekend. Warm bed. Yay!
Today inspired by Hofstadter's essay on self-referential sentences in Metamagical Themas, I decided to end this sentence with self-reference.
Today I listened to an old recording of Rachmaninoff playing Chopin's Nocturne Op.9 No.2 on repeats. What a startlingly beautiful rendition.
Today I went to the Oxford University Go club and got shouted at by a random drunk bitch on my way home. Why didn't I punch her? Why?
Today I spent all day doing nothing and felt good about it.
Today I was ill and had to cancel my driving lesson. Really.
Today I spent the entire evening clearing up my wardrobe: putting away summer clothes, taking out winter clothes, sneezing all the way.
Today I won both games that I played at the Oxford Go club and refused to get promoted.
Today I looked at Peter's graduation photos and thought he looked so charming. Why am I being weird and mushy?
Today I was bored and impossible to please again. Why?
Today I came back to Oxford after a week's holiday at Plymouth. Went to the allotment and did some weed killing.
Today we went for another walk at Dartmoor, to Bellever Tor. Dartmoor is now one of my favourite places.
Today I spent all day getting my project set up on my confused little Macbook.