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Lazy Sunday
Jul. 12th, 2009 08:51 pmBeing by myself in the house is usually a recipe for the glums.
I've been more-or-less by myself continuously since Thursday, when The Hobbit left for Cumbrae. Two days of rain didn't entirely help the mood.
Bizarrely a day of uninterrupted Lustmord seems to have prompted a burst of activity: I've weeded the garden, taken some photos and got my sketchbook out again for the first time in a very long time.
I invented a beetle. I'm quite staggered to find that I can still remember how to wield paints, inks and pens. I do seem to have forgotten how to spell, however.
I've been more-or-less by myself continuously since Thursday, when The Hobbit left for Cumbrae. Two days of rain didn't entirely help the mood.
Bizarrely a day of uninterrupted Lustmord seems to have prompted a burst of activity: I've weeded the garden, taken some photos and got my sketchbook out again for the first time in a very long time.
I invented a beetle. I'm quite staggered to find that I can still remember how to wield paints, inks and pens. I do seem to have forgotten how to spell, however.