Jun 22, 2020

So my niece H. has been in labor all day. Her labor was induced--not sure why.

I've been lacking motivation--not wanting to read another word of an academic article. Managed to finish editing a client's paper on Cowles and the Theory of Games and a copyedited paper for P&S (the intro to a special issue on societies under stress). Been reading nineteenth-century American poetry. Not much lover poetry there. Mostly nature poetry. Memorizing Whitman.

Didn't leave the apartment all day. Been watching Marcella. Season 2 was pretty intense. Am now on Season 3.

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