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Fog blanket morning; porridge with bananas and raisins; coffee steaming gently, as the heating hasn't made much of a dent in the cold. No run this morning, it's a rest day as I'm trying to ease back to fitness gently, to at least try and minimise the risk of objections and refusals from joints and other parts.
Outside my room at work now is the chapel, wherein there is a new organ. Yesterday passed in a succession of practices and odd notes as the tuners settle it in. It takes a month to tune an organ, it seems, so I have a few more days of background music.
I have my gown now, a thing of wonder and beauty and miscellaneous folds and buttons and history. The wig can wait until I need one; the gown is needed for dinner in Hall and sufficient other formalities that it seemed better to buy than to rent. Practicalities aside, the symbolism meant something.
The rediscovery of a love of learning, of researching, is just glorious. No timesheets, no targets - the client deadlines are mine to manage in any way that I want, so there's little obstacle to digging into obscure facts and tangents, to reading cases settled over 150 years ago and wonder about the lives of the people whose dispute has passed into legal history. I find I can think again, find links and develop theories, and not be constrained by petty mismanagement. Which is not to say that the mortgage no longer needs to be paid, to be prosaic, but I choose how I get there. I've underestimated choice for a long time.
Reading: Murder Must Advertise - Dorothy L Sayers (the Wimsey kick continues), and countless caselaw on domicile.
Outside my room at work now is the chapel, wherein there is a new organ. Yesterday passed in a succession of practices and odd notes as the tuners settle it in. It takes a month to tune an organ, it seems, so I have a few more days of background music.
I have my gown now, a thing of wonder and beauty and miscellaneous folds and buttons and history. The wig can wait until I need one; the gown is needed for dinner in Hall and sufficient other formalities that it seemed better to buy than to rent. Practicalities aside, the symbolism meant something.
The rediscovery of a love of learning, of researching, is just glorious. No timesheets, no targets - the client deadlines are mine to manage in any way that I want, so there's little obstacle to digging into obscure facts and tangents, to reading cases settled over 150 years ago and wonder about the lives of the people whose dispute has passed into legal history. I find I can think again, find links and develop theories, and not be constrained by petty mismanagement. Which is not to say that the mortgage no longer needs to be paid, to be prosaic, but I choose how I get there. I've underestimated choice for a long time.
Reading: Murder Must Advertise - Dorothy L Sayers (the Wimsey kick continues), and countless caselaw on domicile.
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The gown, the organ, the rediscovered love of learning...
sighs