Happy humpday, everyone! It currently smells like burning rubber in my office, and several steps down from my cub-i-home are two men taking turns climbing a ladder until the top half of their body disappears into the ceiling. So, that’s happening.
In other news, I’ve finally made progress in the book I’ve been reading: Memories, Dreams, Reflections by Carl Jung, recorded and edited by Aniela Jaffe, and translated from the German by Richard and Clara Winston. Phew. Books with those sort of annotations are a little intimidating, are they not?
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The things they read. 