How the days fleet past! Today vanished, waiting around for an engineer to come and upgrade my broadband. Then a trip to take a couple of things to a sick lady, and then waiting for a plumber who never appeared. Of course it is summer, and it seems a waste to be indoors sat in front of a screen.
Last month I had to stop doing everything in order to try to buy a house. In the end I withdrew, after finding that the house needed much more work doing than I had thought. Curiously the agent seemed quite uninterested in my offer to buy, at full price, or my decision not to. I infer that the “sale” was bogus, designed merely to obtain a market valuation. Oh well.
Tis’ the season to be travelling abroad, like Irish monks. Not that I will be going overseas, but I do need to get away, as we all do. I must book something or it just will not happen.
However today I have managed to return to working on Folcard’s “Life of St Botolph,” and I am going through the Latin and English and creating a combined version with notes and apparatus. I’ve started work on chapter 5 today, out of 11. I have a draft translation of the whole thing. But it needs revising against the new critical text.
I am slightly uncomfortably aware that I have been working on Botolph for two years now. That’s ridiculously slow. But thus does life pass.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,…
All is, if I have grace to use it so
As ever in my great Task-Master’s eye.
Just so.
(and thank you even more for that comment, as it verified that the broken process of emailing comments to me seems to be working again!)