Pushed the boundaries of time management this morning, as an eternal time optimist. Refusing to let my internal systems to be thrown into flux by lack of fruit, I managed to make it to work and buy two apples within eighteen minutes. Then it was pancakes galore for the next seven hours, tipping my exposure slightly in favour of sugary snacks.
Continued my mini cultural revival at home, carrying on reading The Gunslinger. Blown away by an almost ethereal description of a shootout. Then played some old keyboard music; the parallels between my life and 15th century Britain deepen. Finally got round to watching Crimson Peak. I can deal with horror as long as it’s arty, and Guillermo Del Toro is the master of the gothic and grotesque.