Friday, December 22, 2006
I finally began reading the commentary to Tibullus' elegies yesterday, and this morning began reading the Latin texts themselves (straight, without looking up meanings) to familiarize myself with the metre. Despite a fondness for poetry, never having studied it, precisely, requires that I now make myself aware of everything I rarely pay attention to when I read Thomas Hardy or Ogden Nash. Dr. L'Amor and Avril will surely help me understand Latin elegy upon their return from break, but I must wait two weeks.
Lubbock becomes a ghost town with the obnoxious college students vanished to the various one-stoplight towns of their origins. Rebekah and I ourselves are most eager to be away, and intend to leave promptly around four tomorrow morning for the scenic drive through west Texas back to the K-hole. I will only miss being able to work out at the rec and read, undisturbed, at the coffee shop. Whilst at April's I've considered starting a morning and evening running routine, but I doubt I will follow through. I blame my double-D breasts, which always seem to get in the way.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:15 AM]