Every day should have the glorious hour, an hour devoted to yourself, an hour away from the hurly burly of life in which the singularly most important human being is you.
Today has been a normal-ish day of emails, phone calls, and all the accoutrements of modern life. Achievements have been attained, harsh words have been spoken, as have soft words, friends remembered, goals striven for, other friends neglected, news watched, papers read, cigarettes smoked, trains taken, letters opened, targets missed, coughs spluttered, horizons looked to & thoughts have run their own way.
But, the hour, the glorious hour of the day is about to unfold. This is the hour when the book is read, memory of Catherine's call warms the heart and stock is taken of the day. The time that is mine and mine alone.
May you all have the glorious hour, this day, and every day.
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