Today has been gorgeous! The sun is shining, the wind is behaving itself as a nice breeze, the temperature is a balmy 52°. And I'm in my office, pounding away at a thesis chapter. We have our window open a crack, to let in the lovely sea breeze (and to keep us from going completely insane). The sounds from the street are providing pleasant background music. My office overlooks South Street, one of the major Three Streets in St Andrews. The building itself arches over a pedestrian lane, Baxter's Wynd (or Baker's Lane), that normally has some fairly steady foot traffic. Under normal circumstances, this confluence of streets lends itself to excessive or obnoxious street noise. But for the past two weeks most of the undergraduates have been out of town for their Easter Holiday (and that is actually what they call it! Not Spring Break). So things have been pleasantly calm and quiet around here--very conducive to losing oneself in the sixteenth century (especially if that 'oneself' happens to be me).
About fifteen minutes ago I was called out of my academic cocoon by the dulcet tones of a child's voice on the street below, crying out, with joyful abandon, 'ICE CREAM TIIIIIIIME!' This first cry was followed by merry exclamations of 'Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! Yay! Yay! Yay!' You could just imagine this cheerful young fellow skipping down the street to Janetta's Ice Cream Shop (where he was most probably headed)!
What a splendid idea, young man. Perhaps I shall reward myself with some Janetta's ice cream when I finish this chapter. Hm... Now there is a motivation that might actually produce results...
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"Vanilla in a cone, vanilla in a cone, vanilla in a cone!"
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