All I had was you and all you had was me
Nov. 15th, 2013 02:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis morning I actually sound like Tom Waits. That's how sick I am. Blessedly, there's no one here to hear me as I croak about.
Last night I was at the pub with the Unfirst Unmondays crowd, including absent friends from First Monday last week - and I came home after one pint of ale and one nice whisky. That, again, is how sick I am.
Also, I gather some people blog about their holidays, and keep their friends updated on what fun they're having and where they're going and like that. Um. Sorry 'bout that. I'm sick, 'k? Not even keeping up with my mail.
M'wife sent me photos last night of my sprouting vegetable beds. All my little seedlets, popping up in absentia. This is my favourite moment of gardening, when the slender green breaks through the rough stuff and sticks its little head up for air, and I'm missing it. Also wife and boys and sunshine and like that. (Actually, she says it's grey and cold, but I cannot accept that; I need it not to be true.)
I love my friends, and I love to see my friends, and I'm deeply glad we came - and even so. I could so do with being home right now. Even if I have to take this damn cold with me.
Last night I was at the pub with the Unfirst Unmondays crowd, including absent friends from First Monday last week - and I came home after one pint of ale and one nice whisky. That, again, is how sick I am.
Also, I gather some people blog about their holidays, and keep their friends updated on what fun they're having and where they're going and like that. Um. Sorry 'bout that. I'm sick, 'k? Not even keeping up with my mail.
M'wife sent me photos last night of my sprouting vegetable beds. All my little seedlets, popping up in absentia. This is my favourite moment of gardening, when the slender green breaks through the rough stuff and sticks its little head up for air, and I'm missing it. Also wife and boys and sunshine and like that. (Actually, she says it's grey and cold, but I cannot accept that; I need it not to be true.)
I love my friends, and I love to see my friends, and I'm deeply glad we came - and even so. I could so do with being home right now. Even if I have to take this damn cold with me.