Spring follows winter

*Sigh* he's gone. He went Monday, it's a shame, and it hurts, but it's probably for the best. It hurts like hell, but what else am I to do? It feels like I'll never be happy again, but then, in the depths of winter it sometimes feels like spring will never return. But it always does, spring follows winter, summer follows spring. And of course day follows night, so I suppose happiness can plausibly follow sorrow.

In other news I've already done the first two weeks' worth of work for 'Culture, identity and power in the Roman empire', it's quite fascinating, even if it is only the introduction. It's slightly concerning that it took me two days to do two weeks' worth of work, but I'm sure it's only because this is the introductory bit, maybe the later bits will be more intensive. I've also done the first weeks' worth for Latin, I'd never imagined grammatical terms could be so dull. I'm sure once I actually get onto learning the language it will get far more interesting.