What a gorgeous day today. I managed to get my work done early, and just spent an hour or two reading Umberto Eco's Foucault's Pendulum in my sunny backyard. It's quite an entertaining read, yet sufficiently intelligent to steer clear of being a guilty pleasure.

It would have been an ideal afternoon, if it hadn't been for the wind, which made it difficult to keep my place, and the gnats which continually attempted to mate on my page. The bugs were annoying me, until I remembered their two week lifespan. I figured that they'd better live it up while it lasts. Mate with impunity, gnats, but know that soon your day shall come.