Awake

Bone-tired but wide awake at 2:45 a.m. Changing to and from summer time always discombobulates me, like a mini-jetlag without the pleasures of travel. I slept for about two hours this afternoon, waking in semi-darkness at what my alarm clock informed me was "6." I assumed 6 a.m. until I noticed that I was fully dressed, then remembered lying down for a nap at 4 p.m. and realized that it must be afternoon/evening.

Recovering slowly. Still coughing, but without pain; still feeling as though my lungs were full of goo; still weak and tired.

22°C on Sunday, 12°C today on Monday.

I've finished two of the ten books I bought in London, and am about to start on the third, Tolstoy's "War and Peace" in a new translation by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky, after reading about it in the New Yorker. I tried W&P once before, many years ago, in a Penguin Classics translation; it didn't hold my attention. I am curious to see how this new edition will be. [Updated: first notes on the novel, and the book-as-object, here.]