Our last full day's vacation, in Big Sur, with little to do other than stroll round the grounds (that's low cloud over the sea, below us);
walk through the woods,
and eat dinner on the spectacularly beautiful terrace. Actually, I wrote two thirds of a conference paper, too, which is sybaritism of a highly specialist kind, but - when one thinks of the semester howling and rattling towards us, is a true pleasure that may not easily be repeated in the very near future.
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