Just spent an inordinate amount of time going back over old journal entries looking for a particular bit of information that I didn't know if I had saved to my journal or not. I managed to get sucked in and went through somewhere around three month's worth of entries around April-June of the Gulag Year.
It's really remarkable to see it all compressed like that. I can remember where most of them took place, and what I was doing, and there is a whole lot of stuff to wade through there, some of it is even timely and appropriate.
Lots to ponder.