Day 44
My, now oldest, sister messages me from Australia that I’m overthinking things, and my younger sister up North (I suddenly realise I’m the problematic middle child now) asked me three… Continue Reading
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Richard Pierce
Day 43
It is morning again already. The office/study feels like my permanent residence right now. Thankful that the Heath is just up the road. All I’d look at otherwise are computer… Continue Reading
Day 42
Yesterday was a day of lost ideas again. Words running through my head and veins so constantly they lose their way somewhere. I did write a poem onto paper though,… Continue Reading
Day 41
One ninth through the year already. February into double digits. Don’t look back, don’t look back. Too late. The time is gone already, and warmer days are ahead. Way ahead…. Continue Reading
Day 40
Fragments. I don’t expect this to be coherent. A new adventure today. I have a ticket for tonight’s football match. Ever since A started working at Norwich City, ever since… Continue Reading
Day 39
Yesterday turned into a self-care day. Necessity is the mother of self-care days. I had been plagued all Sunday night by bad toothache. I woke with it. Too early to… Continue Reading
Day 38
The cat is drinking water out of paint can lids again. Yesterday’s rain is fresher than indoor water. She Has always done this, prefers a dirty puddle to A clean… Continue Reading
Day 37
Today, I will not chide myself about not getting up until after 10am. Today I will not get into that pit of telling myself that I have wasted my day… Continue Reading
Day 36
Three of the six books I’ve read so far this year have been non-fiction, which is probably more non-fiction than I read all last year. And of course I’m ploughing… Continue Reading