When I wasn’t reading the book, I was looking up references on the internet. I had to look up dhoti and kurta among other things, then, of course, I thought about whether I could get away with wearing them. Probably not. Waistlines would definitely be less of an issue, however.

Usually, if I am within fifty pages of the end of a book, I cannot put it down and will read until I’m done, no matter how near to bedtime I am. In a book this size and this good, I hit that point somewhere between 150 and 100 pages from the end. Not good, since I hit it about 11:15 or so. I finished the book anyway, and would do it again—and probably will.

It was 1:10 am when I went to bed, quite satisfied.

And I got up at 5:35. And napped on the sofa from 5:40 to 6:10, but still made it to work by 7:45.

I have to back Birch up 3 and a half rows. I missed a k2tog and added an extra yo two rows up, for some unknown reason, and now the pain begins. Probably too busy talking during the staff meeting.

I’ll tink or frog, cut and rejoin. The ripped out kidsilk haze doesn’t have the same verve.

Aside from that, I’m being boring. I spend much of the weekend with Vikram Seth’s A Suitable Boy or looking up relevant cultural bits on Wikipedia. A description of me reading is rather dull.

I’m on page 905. Five hundred-sixty nine to go.

Ah. The bike must go to the shop. The rear wheel has a slight warp and rubs the brake. Yes, it is added exercise, but it decreases one’s joy of coasting downhill when one is forced to start pedalling halfway down.

Birch: Row 72 of 240, thankfully decreasing ten stitches for every eight rows.

Vikram Seth’s A Suitable Boy: page 310 of 1474.

All of which are perfectly enjoyable.