It's amazing how relaxing it is to spend a day doing nothing but reading a book and taking a little walk.
Of course I had to steal the time to do it away, had to ignore everything I need to do, everything else I'd like to do.
But it was definitely worth it.
Now, to catch up on my flist. More or less. I had to skip about two weeks to make this a manageable task, but whoever said that you could either live or work on your dissertation wasn't kidding. (Let's ignore the fact that I'm not even properly working on the diss, but working until I can't think straight any more in the clinic most of the days).
And tomorrow, back to work. And my nagging conscience of course.