It’s Monday; and I don’t know about you, but I have enough on my plate this week to make my head spin. Do I go this way or that? I haven’t a clue. So here I sit, staring blankly, and trying to look as though I’m contemplating the day. Sometimes the best modus operandi is to simply start over, wouldn’t you agree? So let’s take a mini-break. Let’s pour ourselves a cup of steaming goodness, get comfy, and read a bit of …

The heir to the Earldom of Emsworth was a slow thinker, but he was not incapable of inductive reasoning. He had been told to meet an elderly gentleman who would arrive on the two-forty-five train en route for Blandings Castle. The only elderly gentleman who had arrived on the two-forty-five train en route for Blandings Castle was the elderly gentleman before him. This elderly gentleman, therefore, must be that elderly gentleman. In which case, he was Sir Roderick Glossop, the eminent brain-specialist, and so could not be, as in that first instant of seeing his face he had been prepared to swear he was, the pleasant stranger who had relieved him of his wallet in Park Lane.

For Lord Bosham, though he lived a secluded life in a remote corner of Hampshire, was sufficiently in touch with things to know that eminent brain-specialists do not go about playing the confidence trick on people. Every young man starting out in the world, he was aware, has his choice. He can become an eminent brain-specialist, or he can become a confidence trickster. But not both.

[excerpt from Uncle Fred in the Springtime by P.G. Wodehouse]

Now, on the productivity! Or, you know, finishing reading the book …