Ennui

We wandered a short way up the Esk this afternoon, past the weir, up through Inveresk and back down into Musselburgh. I return to work tomorrow, having been off for the past two weeks (four weeks out of the past six). It feels like these summer holidays have been very long this year. Of course, time's constant; what then is the variable that makes it seem to vary? I don't know.