This morning I talked to my parents and washed the dishes. Then I walked to the top of Solano Avenue, had a cup of coffee, read the first hundred pages of Symmetry by Weyl in the sun, came home, and took a nap. I read some fiction and loaned Tracy a few books. Then I went to Heidi's going-away party, from which I returned a few minutes ago.
I'm reminded on such days of a fundamental truth. I'm an introvert. I like people well enough, but I find it refreshing to read in the sun, while parties drain me somewhat.
I think I'll read for half an hour before I sleep.