Too much bed

Lots and lots of sleeping. A miserable walk (but I was good and only did 5000 steps). An evening of packing with my friends. That cheered me up almost instantly but I did begin to worry they didn't like me. Largely because everyone was busy and slightly stressed with the packing. I couldn't entirely handle seeing Anna looking sad/stressed.

Anna read a beautiful sonnet about prayer by George Herbert. (Anna has to explain it to me, I was lost to begin with.) Made me want to pray more.

Prayer the church's banquet, angel's age,
God's breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth
Engine against th' Almighty, sinner's tow'r,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six-days world transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,
Exalted manna, gladness of the best,
Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,
The milky way, the bird of Paradise,
Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood,
The land of spices; something understood.