I read the Wanderer and the Seafarer (and, for that matter, a poem about a whale) for the first time tonight. I've not read much Anglo-Saxon poetry, and what I have read, both today's readings and Beowulf, have been in modern adaptations. Reading descriptions of hailstorms and thunder, I wanted to go back to my medieval meteorology project, the subject of my first MA thesis. One of these days, I will.
The editing I've been working on for the last several days is complete. Proof that some of the vocabulary used was unnecessarily abstruse: editing involved using not only the OED, but Brewer's, and my favorite grammar, The Deluxe Transitive Vampire.
I had my hair trimmed today, a much needed tidying. It looks lovely, in a full-bodied fluffy kind of way.
The mail brought me new socks today, courtesy of C.'s parents. I'm so happy! The problem with socks is that I'm picky, now that I've found a reliable source of socks that aren't too pricy and are very comfy indeed. The complication is that I have to buy them from a British department store chain (BHS). At least it's a chain, so I can intercept them anywhere in the UK.