Feeling somewhat flatter than the wobbly-clouded enrobed sky this morning. Things feel difficult, and I guess in the overall scheme of things, that’s not exactly unusual or earthshaking. Difficult might even be too strong a word. Flat. But at the same time, flat as in “there’s no point in getting too deeply [sic!] into it,” which I suppose is the non-point of flatness.
Today we may go in to Cambridge, to the museum. Perhaps eat out. And tomorrow we have a date to visit R.S. and Ben Merry at the Wenham Museum.
