The trip out to Rochester was an idyllic interval; the week surrounding the interval was . . . demanding. Not impossible, and this sort of week does simply happen from time to time.
Mentally, today I should have liked to spend composing. Practically — well, I just slept for ten hours, and it may be that I do not push myself to be productive today, which will probably leave me in better condition to get creative work done around the week to come.
[ I’m not really crazy about practicality and my mindsight being at seeming odds; but one must be aware. It's no good complaining that an oak isn’t a cherry. ]