Two days of morris dancing with a bit of contra between have (thankfully!) not left me crippled. My head is sunburned where I part my hair, mind, but the weekend of dance was not nearly as painful as it might have been.

There are still more than 4,200 pages of reading I'd like to do prior to Oxford -- I've been covering 30-35 pages per day instead of the 85 called for by the original calculations. The notion that I might not finish it all is beginning to sink in (yes, I'm a bit dim at times). O, the joys of having homework again. Still, coming home each day to a book and pint or two of strong beer seem a reasonable approximation of English life, based on my previous experiences.