Friday, September 25, 2009

Quoth she, from San Francisco

Here's on I made earlier:
am resurfacing briefly before disappearing on my travels. It occurs to me that I am Emma put in Anne Elliot’s shoes; a grand, selfish person set in a life full of small gratifications and moderation. It is the sort of life that could make one very happy.

Hm.

The irony is of course that I detest Emma, character and book, while Persuasion is one of my favourite Austen books.

Anyhoo, enough with the Austen, somebody bring me a cartload of House (yes, thank you, I did miss the season premiere, I was working) and Father Ted. Pills, cynicism and tea have stood me in better stead than romance these last few months.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Berger cookies

They are the best stress management tool available in Maryland, especially when taken with a hug from a friend and some antacid.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

These last days I have occasionally wondered if I was entirely sane. The place my head lives right now is not entirely reality. I find that I have superpowers of productivity; but I lose my temper. I’m cooking a lot, which helps with the sanity, though not necessarily the grasp of reality. If this were a song it would be Arcade Fire’s Keep the Car Running. Which, incidentally, I have been playing obsessively.

I have nightmares, but only barely – I dream of winter cold, of nuts and bolts (literally!) and vague unpleasantness.


Thursday, September 03, 2009

Pah

I haven't been writing much and won't. Sorry. I've been busy preparing for the next set of visitors and trips, and have been enjoying the recently returned Spouse. And soon there will be visitors and NY and then more visitors and work stuff and then the Grand Trip, to which I am looking forward with increasing fervour. Perhaps there will be a post about Outlander in there somewhere.

We can't all spend our time looking haplessly glamourous with a cat.