Today was somewhat better. I decided to go as far as Notre Dame for Mass this morning. Sometimes I just need a change of scene, and no one questions me if I go to Mass. I find the churches and cathedrals to be quite relaxing, quite peaceful. I always get a great deal of thinking done there.
I have just finished that Doyle book I was reading. His tales really are quite amusing, and this strange Holmes character is quite a fellow. I have often wished I could write. I can see in my mind's eye how it might be. I would write dozens of books and publish them under an assumed name. Then I would go out to the bookshops and wander around, listening to conversations and trying to find out what people thought of my writing. then, finally, years from now on my death-bed, I would allow my true identity to be known by all. Alas, however, I am not gifted with the eloquence needed to turn one into a writer.