A room with a view

...of my back garden. Currently immersed in essay work and this has now been my view for two days. People don't realise that when I say I like the library and I miss it I'm not joking. My house is cold and there is never any food. At least there are brownies and decent coffee in the library, and my feet don't turn blue. Very little contact with anyone at the moment apart from when the cats realise I'm in the back room and start miaowing to come in.

Reading some hilarious Victorian lit claiming that women are physiologically incapable of deep thought and that we are at a lower stage of evolution than men. Scary that some people still prescribe to views from over a hundred years ago.