I had a great time on Saturday trying to figure out what exactly Augustine was up to in De duabus animabus. I’m not sure I succeeded, but the attempt was enjoyable all the same.
I also discovered that Burlington is a lovely town. I could stand to live there, especially if I managed to have a house loooking over Lake Champlain to the mountains behind.
Despite the fun, I also spent most of the weekend wishing I was outside enjoying the glorious weather. I was fortunate enough, however, to get home relatively early yesterday, so that I managed to sow radishes and to plant some onions and leeks in the afternoon. There are few things more pleasurable than getting some loam under my fingernails on a beautiful spring day.
But now it’s back to writing papers. Alas.
My dear son-in-law…is that not farther away from Iowa than you are now? Do you have a covert motive brewing under that curly mop?
No, actually. Burlington was really lovely, but I think I might prefer Ithaca.