diarish

Item: I looked it up on the way into Central London yesterday. My last graduation ceremony (for the BA and the real Master's) was just shy of ten years ago: the 27^th of June, 2013. (My fake Master's graduation took place in absentia.) I actually formally finished the PhD about 18 months ago, as we know, but even so the not-quite-coincidence is pleasing to this particular member of Pan narrans.

Item: Adam shepherded me gently to the allotment this evening, after dinner, and I watered plants and fed the bin and we heard -- and saw -- one of the allotment bats. (And at least two and possibly three of the foxes that hang out thereabouts.)

Item: I got stuck, earlier, on the idea that I couldn't tidy the study until I'd dealt with outstanding Admin: The LRP paperwork in the living room. This is nonsense, but said paperwork is now significantly more organised than it has been.

Item: I spent a lot of the afternoon feeling wretched. I eventually remembered I have a new drug protocol to try when I'm feeling that prodrome-y. I have been much more functional this afternoon and evening than I expected.

Item: the moon a ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas.