You’re wearing it, oh wise one.

You have enough to think about in your own room, what with that stack of unread letters and the letter you wished you hadn’t read, the trouble with your infernal machine, the recent additions to your collection of knives, and, of course, the heavy smell of raw meat that hangs in the air, courtesy of the butcher shop next door.

Maybe, just maybe, you should go out and do something. Check in with the Society to see if you can get an extension, or take a walk about town. Fresh air does a body good, or so you’ve heard.

However, you could just as easily do nothing at all, and let the day slip by without you.