Slept reasonably well, did the usual morning routine. (Seneca was a bit hard to follow, so maybe that means finding another version. Or maybe it’s just my head. Or where I am in the book.)
The family is happy. I am, to use the Words of Today’s World, in the moment. Massive tasks ahead yet I am calm.
Maybe struggling through Seneca helped. I keep in mind his life story and marvel. Up to now I have been mostly a Marcus Aurelius fanboy but Seneca’s work is growing on me. It’s my second reading of Letters, not counting random dives into the book from time to time.
I am writing this to remind myself, next time I’m in hell, that I have not always been in hell and there is a path out of hell. It is a fast path.