Today, I tried to lessen my hatred for the amount of reading I am expected to do each week as part of this thing called a “Ph.D.” I decided I was going to take my reading outside. From my hole inside, it looked like it was a good day to give it a try.
I headed outside with a cold drink, a notebook, and the reading. I thought that I was going to be more productive: my plan was to leave the laptop and the new email alert sound inside. I probably was more productive overall, but I was severely distracted by the aesthetic experiences offered by my porch and what I could see beyond the walls. Flower boxes, herbs in wooden crates on the steps, and the sound of neighborhood kids mixed with the crickets’ song. I found myself dazing. And, the change of environment did me some good. Why don’t I do that more often?
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Leslie Gates 
Aw that sounds really nice. I wish I had a house I could do that, I suppose I could do that around campus though, I really should!