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ontologyI am fascinated by the way the seasons seem to belong to different worlds -- when I think back to summers past, shivering now in my long sweater, wishing for warmer socks and longer days, it doesn't seem quite reasonable that they should have happened in exactly the same places as the winter. I miss summer terribly just now -- I keep going back to folk music festivals past, and star-watching in the mountains of Virginia (? -- well, somewhere) just after my sixteenth birthday (on the back porch of our little holiday house, the stars and the clouds were dizzyingly close), reading Thomas Wharton for the first time, and War for the Oaks, and seeing Once, and Kyra being here, and shindigs with the gang, and most of all lying in the sun and being in the sun, and being warm, and not having to run from one place to another every time I go outside, because it wasn't so awful to be out in the weather. And long, long sunsets!
Life without the kiosk proves to be pleasant, especially now that I am not missing all of the daylight hours. I forgot how lovely it is to see the sky change! And yesterday it was so warm; if only I hadn't been so silly and had realised it before so late in the afternoon, I could have run some errands. (My hair desperately wants dyeing.)
I have been trying my best not to fall into bad habits of being terribly lazy just because I haven't got to go to work, and it is mostly turning out all right, although my sleeping habits could use improvement. Today was sort of a wash because my body has decided to feel horrible, and I think it is the new medication, because I was feeling inexplicably and intensely panicky earlier, and now I am just very exhausted. I went to the library, which is about two blocks from my house, and when I came home I lay down on the bed and went to sleep without meaning to. So that is a bit of a bother. And I am still having trouble getting out of bed in the morning. But I have been getting some writing done (only I've got myself stuck on a passage, trying to figure out how I should write it -- foreshadowing is good, so that revelations make sense when you hear them later, and so one is a bit curious anyway, but the way this is going it seems almost suspicious, and -- you know what, this show-don't-tell business is much harder than it looks!), and Jonathan and I thrashed out some songs for Sunday all afternoon and evening yesterday. (Well, no, that gives us more productivity credit than we deserve. We wandered away from our duty several times, but it did get done in the end. :p)
And now I am overcome by a wave of exhaustion. Oh thank God that I haven't got to go to work tomorrow; it will be the first Sunday in months that is actually a day of rest. In preparation I am going to curl up in bed with the chocolate I haven't even eaten yet (it is probably a new record) and nurse this minor malady in the hopes that it will go away quickly if humoured.
Life without the kiosk proves to be pleasant, especially now that I am not missing all of the daylight hours. I forgot how lovely it is to see the sky change! And yesterday it was so warm; if only I hadn't been so silly and had realised it before so late in the afternoon, I could have run some errands. (My hair desperately wants dyeing.)
I have been trying my best not to fall into bad habits of being terribly lazy just because I haven't got to go to work, and it is mostly turning out all right, although my sleeping habits could use improvement. Today was sort of a wash because my body has decided to feel horrible, and I think it is the new medication, because I was feeling inexplicably and intensely panicky earlier, and now I am just very exhausted. I went to the library, which is about two blocks from my house, and when I came home I lay down on the bed and went to sleep without meaning to. So that is a bit of a bother. And I am still having trouble getting out of bed in the morning. But I have been getting some writing done (only I've got myself stuck on a passage, trying to figure out how I should write it -- foreshadowing is good, so that revelations make sense when you hear them later, and so one is a bit curious anyway, but the way this is going it seems almost suspicious, and -- you know what, this show-don't-tell business is much harder than it looks!), and Jonathan and I thrashed out some songs for Sunday all afternoon and evening yesterday. (Well, no, that gives us more productivity credit than we deserve. We wandered away from our duty several times, but it did get done in the end. :p)
And now I am overcome by a wave of exhaustion. Oh thank God that I haven't got to go to work tomorrow; it will be the first Sunday in months that is actually a day of rest. In preparation I am going to curl up in bed with the chocolate I haven't even eaten yet (it is probably a new record) and nurse this minor malady in the hopes that it will go away quickly if humoured.
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Date: 2009-01-26 12:37 am (UTC)Also, I am late in saying this, but YAY FOR YOU & YOUR NEW JOB. Also, I envy you your holiday. :D (Though I'm sure you are putting yours to better use than I would put mine.)
Speaking of which, I still need to finish reading/get back to you re. Evangeline & Co. -looks about shiftily- I fail at these things. I'm sorry. :(
-snuggles you just because-
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Date: 2009-01-27 04:17 am (UTC)Oh, I have three other people's NaNos which I have not finished reading properly yet, so it is all kinds of understandable.
(I am hoping for many exciting bookstore tales to tell. Eee!)
♥!