Mar. 26th, 2008

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Some days are not quite right.

My students and I were forced out of the classroom by the smell of paint and autumn has brought with it severe sinus headaches. I hurt all afternoon, had some small things go wrong around the home, and received a series of small bits of bad news by email.

I was so disgruntled that I shone a torch in a dark corner and found a missing notebook. This is not poetry - I literally took a torch out and shone it in a corner and found a book that should not have been there. I pulled out the shelf and cleaned behind it and found a dozen pens, the notebook and two x-rays. The notebook is the treasure: it is stuffed full of the recipes my friends have given me over the years, plus notes on nursery rhymes and other cultural tidbits.

That's the good news to half-balance the bad. Mostly, though, I hurt. I hurt all weekend, to be honest, but I was having such a wonderful time and being taken such lovely care of that the pain was immaterial.

On a not quite right kind of day, the pain becomes more important and when things go positively wrong, I end up weeping. I've decided that things are not going to go positively wrong, though. I'm going to eat the lovely historical icecream that currently inhabits my freezer (since it will only be 4 degrees tonight, it needs finishing) and I shall find something I want to do, and I shall be more cheerful.
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Something extra for Women's History Month, since I've been unaccountably slack this year. Either that or unaccountably busy.

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