The days have been short and lazy. Spent on the couch, perusing the internet, taping movies off sky and reading (just finished Harry Potter, onto The Great Gatesby. I always feel like I'm missing something when I'm reading or have just read a classic. I never quite comprehend it's "brilliance"). Yoga for half an hour in the morning and a walk in the afternoon if I'm lucky. Not enough stimulation to stop repeating stagnant thoughts in my mind but enough comfort to last until November. A home to make up for the stench of London I've existed in so far this year. Ah for summer and fresh places. This couch is comfortable. This must be how retired people feel - quiet and content.