Today is the anniversary of the Battle of Hastings, the beginning of a series of atrocities against my people. There are few out there who still harbor bitterness over this, but we few who do, think this is a pretty crappy day overall.
There is something infinitely relaxing about getting so deep into meditation that you lose track of time. However, there is something greatly unrelaxing in realizing that you have meditated yourself late to a meeting.