Day 79
The problem with weekends is that M and I burn the candle at both ends, and that I end up sleeping too late, vacillating between things I think I should… Continue Reading
Day 78
Two days of winter left. The wind is blowing the clouds across the sky. The sun is out. The office is dark compared to the brightness outside. It’s good weather… Continue Reading
Day 77
After less than five hours of sleep, words desert me. Or appear to. That futility feeling. Not because I think no-one reads, but because there are days when I feel… Continue Reading
Day 76
C and K, our London daughters, suggested the entire family sign up to a tracking app so that we can see where each member of the family is at all… Continue Reading
Day 75
Last night, I had a long video call with my best friend in New Zealand, someone I met through work in 2007, and whom I spent some time in the… Continue Reading
Day 74
prose fails prose fails when clouds mountains missiles paper front pages ice snow ruins remote miles politics lies massacres borders closed to colour birth not birth birth death not motherhood… Continue Reading
Day 73
A very busy day ahead. A very busy week, in fact. It will be Friday evening before I’ve even thought about it. We pack our days with so many things…. Continue Reading
Day 72
Just now, I accidentally freed a fly from a spider’s web on the outside of the office door. Maybe it’s a metaphor for something. Two-way guilt. Guilt at depriving the… Continue Reading
Day 71
I can already say that Humankind by Rutger Bregman is a brilliant book, and I’m very grateful to have been gifted it. Of course, I can’t say until the very end… Continue Reading
Day 70
My head still fuzzy from deep sleep. Totally weird dreams last night. DJs and parties, restaurants serving swill. Wandering without belongings. Waking in strange paces. Not belonging. Following not leading…. Continue Reading