Vague recollections of the last few days

I am rather lacking in energy. What from, I hear you ask? I have no idea, but I have been a madly tired young thing for a few days now. But hopefully it is passing. Consider it mid-term exhaustion.

There is little of real earth-shattering significance to tell you, I'm afraid. I can't really remember much about Friday, but I do have a vague impression that at some point during the day I may have been in the Old Library looking at very old copies of Punch. I have no idea why, but there we are.

In the evening there was a party, and I recall seeing various people who I wasn't expecting to see such as Joel who looks a bit like Ian Thorpe (the Olympic swimmer), and Dave who calls himself 'The Rave' for some extraordinary but rather endearing reason.
My main memory of yesterday is that of being in the kitchen, and this is because in a fit of culinary obsession I not only cooked home-made burgers for dinner (one of which disintegrated, bless it) but I also made chocolate brownies, as appearing in Gladys' email: 'What's the Craic in the Kitchen'. They were a reasonable success, I would say, which considering Gladys recently told me that she 'guess-timated' the quantities, AND considering I was cooking them, AND considering the aforementioned and baffling exhaustion, is something of a miracle.

This morning (it is thankfully not really too hard to remember what I did this morning) I finished A Tale of Two Cities and then went for a walk. The walk took me up to the rather distressingly named 'Mincinglake Valley Park', which would have been exactly the wild and open space I was looking for, if it wasn't surrounded by housing estate.

I am now looking forward to tea time when I will have another bit of choclate brownie and then head to church. In the meantime, I am just alighting on a book of short stories by John Updike.