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Jul. 27th, 2008 12:48 amI lost today. I don't know where it went. This happens to me every July. It's as if days quietly take themselves out of the month and go play elsewhere.
Jul. 27th, 2008
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Jul. 27th, 2008 05:03 pmI've decided to tell myself that, rather than losing days (or Nyssa's kitten eating them), that I'm on a repairing lease. It's more interesting, after all, and quite true. I ought to be at the beach with a parasol or in the mountains in summer. Those are the places one goes at such times. Alas, the virus led to breathing problems and the furthest I can get is the the rubbish bin. My brain can't even go that far. Lack of oxygen breeds a particular type of exhaustion.
On Tuesday I intend to improve my breathing enough to go to the shops, because I just got a notice saying that the electricity deficit in my flat will take place then rather than when it should have. Tuesday means cheap flicks, so maybe I can see the Batman movie while my flat is suffering the pangs of undue cold. The Dark Knight ought to convince me that my life is positively blessed, despite a certain physical frailty this year. It also ought to convince me that the Middle Ages are safer than the present and might induce me to do some of my history. Or not.
On Wednesday my students and I are examining body parts some more. If we move from hands to elbows, can I wiggle some G&S in? If nothing else works, Katisha'a elbow will turn my week around.
I'm not miserable. I'm in a post-viral zone where my mind is too tired too think. I need pep. I need vim. I need vigour. You can see why I suspect I need to use the words 'repairing' and 'lease' together. I'm too tired even to make hot chocolate.
On Tuesday I intend to improve my breathing enough to go to the shops, because I just got a notice saying that the electricity deficit in my flat will take place then rather than when it should have. Tuesday means cheap flicks, so maybe I can see the Batman movie while my flat is suffering the pangs of undue cold. The Dark Knight ought to convince me that my life is positively blessed, despite a certain physical frailty this year. It also ought to convince me that the Middle Ages are safer than the present and might induce me to do some of my history. Or not.
On Wednesday my students and I are examining body parts some more. If we move from hands to elbows, can I wiggle some G&S in? If nothing else works, Katisha'a elbow will turn my week around.
I'm not miserable. I'm in a post-viral zone where my mind is too tired too think. I need pep. I need vim. I need vigour. You can see why I suspect I need to use the words 'repairing' and 'lease' together. I'm too tired even to make hot chocolate.