In spite of all the looming deadlines and self-imposed regimens, I've still been able to indulge in a bit of time to myself. To knit, to climb (really, to train to climb), to read. Those sacred hours of sanity kept me going, a few times sleepless into the following day, but don't most things occur in peaks and dips? And who am I to let an opportunity slip away? And so, life....
My reading time was drastically reduced, but a bookworm will always, always, always find a way to squeeze in a few pages here and there. I daydreamed about last year's Venetian holiday, and it carried into the books I borrowed some weeks ago: