Preparation Day, being the Feast of John Henry Hobart
Tomorrow I leave for Edinburgh.
I have been eager for many months to be able to say that. Edinburgh is where I go to recharge, to get back to work after other duties (sometimes quite pleasant ones) have stalled my research. I have cadged an office and a nominal fellowship at the Institute for Advanced Studies in the Humanities at the University, I have found a decent flat in the New Town, and I am making the necessary arrangements to exercise my priestly ministry -- though only a bit -- in the Diocese of Edinburgh.
So tomorrow I leave for Edinburgh. I have a very thorough and thoughtful packing list, which I have no doubt is going to prove to be wildly overambitious. What what the clothes I need for the un-Florida-like weather I can expect, the books I have to have for various projects, and the music I'm determined to practice (you can see the piano tucked away in the back -- I hope it doesn't sound appalling), there will be quite a lot to take.
And if I could somehow manage to get reports done on those two journal articles, that would really be nice.