I am currently working my way through the "Canterbury Tales", which I spent the greater part of today working on. I have a wonderful audio-book version of the poem, which saves me the headache of wading through the soup of old-English's abundance of odd vowels and consonants, whose sound has evolved over the years.
To complete a 'literary-ily' perfect day, I scored big points with the rare word qiviut, coming to us from the Inuktitut word ᕿᕕᐅᖅ. I feel like such a fibre nerd. I am slowly picking up drops of energy, but am trying to rest up for whatever excitements of life await me this week!
|Qiviut: the wool of the musk-ox|