"How much dust?" "Too much dust!"
Nov. 16th, 2014 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOkay, that's enough for cleaning of today. My arms are itchy and my breath is coming short. (I have an allergy. My British doctors gave me a charming piece of paper, that says I am forbidden to vacuum and someone else must always make the bed.)
Wine will wash the weary dust away. I shall drink wine and read Leckie. (Her Special Missions group is possibly a little too much like Special Circumstances, but hey: echoes of Iain are everywhere, and not necessarily a bad thing. I shall regard it as a conscious tribute, and read on.)
The boys' food bowls have disappeared from their constant and proper place; Barry is anxious. (I have washed them, and left them to dry; I don't propose to replace them till boys' tea-time, at 8.50. Besides, Barry is always anxious about something. Right now he's sitting on the wine fridge staring at the empty feeding-mat, but if he wasn't there he'd be somewhere else, worrying about something less obvious.)
Foodstuffs upcoming, apart from the boys' tea: late this month, of course, it's Thanksgiving and I must roast a bird. In December, of course we're marking Hogswatch with something large and piggy. A month after that, I have a bad feeling that I may have recently committed myself to making a haggis for Burns Night. Oy. Nothing to stress over there, then.
Wine will wash the weary dust away. I shall drink wine and read Leckie. (Her Special Missions group is possibly a little too much like Special Circumstances, but hey: echoes of Iain are everywhere, and not necessarily a bad thing. I shall regard it as a conscious tribute, and read on.)
The boys' food bowls have disappeared from their constant and proper place; Barry is anxious. (I have washed them, and left them to dry; I don't propose to replace them till boys' tea-time, at 8.50. Besides, Barry is always anxious about something. Right now he's sitting on the wine fridge staring at the empty feeding-mat, but if he wasn't there he'd be somewhere else, worrying about something less obvious.)
Foodstuffs upcoming, apart from the boys' tea: late this month, of course, it's Thanksgiving and I must roast a bird. In December, of course we're marking Hogswatch with something large and piggy. A month after that, I have a bad feeling that I may have recently committed myself to making a haggis for Burns Night. Oy. Nothing to stress over there, then.