This morning I woke up at 5am without having slept enough, because of the heat. I shrugged it off and got prepared for a 7am yoga class with one of my favorite teachers, but when I was all jazzed up and ready to leave, I attempting reserving the class on an app and it turns out I ran out of reservations for that specific studio. I briefly debated what to do (from bed) until I fell asleep again.

Sometimes we wake up from early morning “naps” in worse shape that we were before the nap, and this was the case today. I reported I’d be working from the library to make some space for my foul mood, and head into the office in the afternoon, in which I was able (and willing) to be a pleasant person. Meh I think I’m always a pleasant person though my foul mood manifests in aloofness.

Sometimes I think I’m the laziest person in the world. In this new cms/editor I vibecoded, I must select a site on which to write before starting or take the default (journal.exploration.work), so this prompts me to write a journal entry every time I come into my… I hate calling it CMS, it’s a broadcast, and each broadcast can have several channels, some of those channels are conversations, others are articles, others quotes, and so on.

This takes me to my morning at the library: I asked for a library card, and the gentleman at the front desk walked with me all the registration steps (basically aha-ing the actions) and then I searched for something to read. In the past I’ve strolled the shelves looking for something that catches my eye by author. I know I have a large trove of authors and poets I want to read, but to recall them on the spot is tricky. Like certain vegetables in the fridge, names like Cervantes and Shakespeare are known to be healthy but difficult to digest and so they are passed in favor of easier reads.

This is not to say, however, that one ought not to even try. I recall being so curious in the history of the conquest of Mexico that after some initial effort I became fluent reading 16th century Castilian addressed to the King of Spain by Cortes’ own hand. I’ve also read what has been collected from the other side, mostly by the Spanish missionaries. The conquest of Mexico is a topic I could go on for hours, there’s so many layers to peel, and at each part there’s so much to discuss. I digress.

I swept the bookshelves with Unamuno catching my eye. I thumbed through the short book: his personal notebooks with spiritual-psychological “tweets”. From his own description in prayer he has encountered emptiness and was probably enlightened in the western way. It was tempting, but after some thought, what synergizes is reading from the point of view of the senses. It’s not “reading about the senses” but reading from someone who experiences the world with their senses, and preferably sensual in the literal sense. Claude recommended the author “Colette” but there was only one book available and it was good but not what I was looking for, so I pivoted.

If there is one author that knows about the senses and sensuality, that’s Goethe. So I went to his section and found a small book, a collection of two stories: The Man of Fifty and another novella I haven’t read before. It shall be interesting to start reading again. I will leave it at the throne, an excellent place to rekindle the reading habit.

V. is coming in a couple of minutes. She’s staying in the spare bedroom with the AC on. It’s easy for me to compare the weather because of my interrupted stay in Spain, and I can say for sure what used to be the hotter days is the new normal. In Mexico there’s much more rainfall. Canada I’m not sure, split between Toronto and Montreal it’s difficult to tell.

I shall close this day, I just have to finish picking up before V. arrives.