September 15. Tuesday. It’s unseasonably warm. L and I go for a walk around the botanical gardens in the morning, where the shift into autumn is slowly beginning. We come home. I’m still not sleeping particularly well and spend much of the day feeling sluggish, but it doesn’t seem to matter. I do some work. I read a little. I write a little. I’ve been o…
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