Aristotle on Saturday

The streets are littered with uncollected garbage as the general strike enters the weekend. It's unbelievable. There are many rats in the City so I hope this won't lead to a plague. The stray cats are intimidated by those monster rats. It's not a very nice sight for tourists ... but they zoom in and out of tourist spots so quickly, they won't notice anything except perhaps for the stench.

Post offices are closed. Municipality offices are closed. Don't know what else is affected. Luckily today is the Sabbat so no one needs these institutions for 24 hours.

The weather has been fine these two days. Very sunny and warm. I think 16 degrees or so. And today my stomach is holding out well, just cramps but no diarrhea - probably because I've not been eating. The shoulder problem is also much better.

Right now I'm reading Aristotle's The Art of Rhetoric. Heavy stuff. Get a big headache each time I open the book. I'll try and see if I can understand anything. It's Sabbat today so I'm wondering if reading such heavy stuff is considered work. Perhaps we should ban Aristotle on Sabbat ... that way we can relax. Or we could go on strike like the rest of the country.