A very good day in many respects, but tiring.
In the morning I had a gorgeous short run along the river (excessive humidity, though).
In the afternoon I taught my first class of the semester, in a strikingly beautiful third-floor room at the Union Theological Seminary. Lots of familiar faces, which is always nice, and a syllabus full of books I particularly enjoy - this one should be good.
Four exciting pre-ordered books appeared on my Kindle, and one of them is the new Lee Child novel.
I have printed out final versions of all course materials for tomorrow's lecture.
Now I am going to shut down my computer and go and read Never Go Back!
(The only other thing I have to do tonight is my back stretching exercises, or I will regret it come Sunday evening, and perhaps a spot of meditation: but all other minor bits and bobs can wait till tomorrow, things like allergy doctor visit - I haven't been for way too long, I need to get back on the weekly habit of shots! - and booking a car for the airport trip Thursday and writing a conference paper abstract and getting various start-of-semester logistics sorted out and finishing the utterly complex triathlon organizing and packing that must be done before I leave.)
Secret fore-edge book paintings!
Philip Pullman is a yeoman. (Via Monica E.; FT site registration required.)
A dispiriting but fascinating story about the U.S. demographic changes that have led to a huge drop in life expectancy for poor white women lacking a high-school diploma.
The lost sausages of WWI.