I got absolutely sozzled on my day off, naturally, but now I've run out of booze I'm having to hit the coffee instead, which is probably a blessing in disguise. (Although I may actually venture out to get some more, but I have to travel far and wide to source excellent wine, for this little village I live in has a most mediocre selection which simply will not do, for one only buys the very finest wine available, nothing else will suffice).
I have returned to my love of playing guitar today, in the classical style, and also the slide guitar. I have also done a little reading (only in translation). I really should get out of my dressing gown, it being nearly 4 P.M. already, but it's my day off. All in all it has not been the most productive day, so far, but we'll see how it goes after my little jaunt into town. The night is still so young. We may yet write more poetry.
Max.
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