ti-i-i-ime is [not] on my side

There's a heck of a lot to do in just 8 hours away per day. You think I jest, but at present I am nearly as productive as The Voyage of the Dawn Treader's sleepers. Really, though. Makes for some interesting dreamtimes, though...

in other news, I have just re-read the aforementioned greatest-Lewis-book-of-all-time and would like to bequeath you my favourite passage. If you haven't read it already since you became an adult (or a very old child), read it read it read it.

Seriously, read it.

"Aren't you a star any longer?" asked Lucy.
"I am a star at rest, my daughter," answered Ramandu. "When I set for the last time, decrepit and old beyond all that you can reckon, I was carried to this island. I am not so old now as I was then. Every morning a bird brings me a fire-berry from the valleys in the sun, and each fire-berry takes away a little of my age. And when I have become as young as the child that was born yesterday, then I shall take my rising again (for we are at earth's eastern rim) and once more tread the great dance."
"In our world," said Eustace, "a star is a huge ball of flaming gas."
"Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is, but only what it is made of."

You don't have to read all of them (though the beginning and end of The Magician's Nephew also comes highly recommended), but read this one. Do it.

Even if you object to the flagrant allegory. Even if children's lit is not your thing. Even if you're as pressed for time as my errant sleep schedule forces me to be, read it. And eat a chocolate orange.