Moderate fun

On a roll thus far with climbing maintenance, and it's so much more enjoyable than the weightlifting, but the latter keeps me fit for battle. Met up with two very good friends and just had fun, no tilting with hard routes, except for one, which is now banned from my list.
Not engaged much in any book, but I did read most of a smarty pants piece by Zadie Smith in the NYRB. She eventually lost me with a plunge into what struck me as bizarre and self-consciously alternative forms of literature. It was sort of neo Dada or revisiting Expressionism or something. Flourishing things about for the point of being obscure, perhaps. Got to sleep quite nicely.