In Paris. Have been here for a week. Leaving tomorrow. It has taken most of the week to recover from the cold I came down with just before we left London, and to catch up on sleep etc. Have been in a slump for a few weeks - low energy, low enthusiasm - and not getting very much done. Walking around Paris, taking pictures and generally being my own head has moved from torture into revelation and I'm now feeling a lot better.
Read The Grid, by Nick Cook, which was VERY weird.
Currently re-reading Four Thousand Weeks by Oliver Burkeman, because I needed to be reminded that I can't possibly do everything and it doesn't matter.