Sunday...

Possibly the most boring day ever. No, not really, I did things. But not much.

• Slept late. I don't often do that, but being sick feels like a decent excuse, and besides, I was awake in the night with the coughing.
  
  
• Spent a lot of time working on and polishing my Dorothy Dunnett annotations for the beginning of The Game of Kings. Major triumph: tracking down the quote, "Farewell, my masters," which Lymond says to Wharton and Lennox at Annan. It's in Shakespeare, Henry VI, act i, scene 2, but since Shakespeare was after Lymond's time, that couldn't be the source. I eventually found it: turns out it's from an anonymous morality play called "Interlude of Youth", in which Charity says:
  
  
  Farewell, my masters everychone!
  I will come again anon,
  And tell you how I have done
  
  
  
• Laundry. Yes, again.
  
  
• Read a little French. Watch a French TV show about a cyclist in Montréal.
  
  
• Reading.
  
  
• Playing mindless computer games like mah jongg and bejewelled.
  

Hopefully feeling better tomorrow.