Hyacinth

The hyacinth that my mother gave us for Christmas is coming into bloom.

I was determined not to leave work this evening until I had cleared my email inbox. I managed to do this in between reviewing conference abstracts, sorting out the materials from yesterday's teaching, working out what has to be done for next week's classes, advising undergrads in random corridor encounters, and supervising two PhD students. 

Exercise today: walk to work in two stages with stop-off at 103 George Street to see my social media pals for our regular Friday breakfast meet-up (1 hour). (No running because my trainer said that he was not up to it.)