Right now, I am trying to enjoy a very classical summer holiday in Northern Germany. So far, I am not too successul because I cannot stop thinking about the progress my PhD thesis is supposed to make until winter. There will be a presentation during which I am supposed to defend my project -not a thing hat feels very doable right now.
I try to get it out of my mind by reading some classics. First choice has been Max Frisch. In the novel I am reading, he has his protagonist describe how pretending to be blind is unnecessarily complicated by an urge to mansplain car-driving to a woman. That made me smile.