1. Into spell-checking and nudging towards betterment my first book, for reasons I hope to divulge soon.
2. Into snaking across the hazy city in search of bread and strawberries.
3. Into fitful sleeping.
4. Into bursts of Proust, and Kristeva and Oksanen – as much as the heat soaked brain will allow.
5. Into the gym, to rinse the body of the stress the mind has wrought.
6. Into, in short, waiting impatiently for news and for my least favourite season to be over. (A long time yet).