Sunday, Sunday
Nov. 23rd, 2014 05:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceTime was, when I deliberately tried not to make Sundays different from other days, except that they were better for getting work done.
Those days ... are gone. Or at least in abeyance. At the moment I'm enjoying not putting any worky-pressure on myself of a Sunday. Today the most I wanted to do was to clean the mud-room sink. (If you haven't seen it, don't ask; if you have seen it, well. You don't need to ask. But it was black, and now it is sink-coloured. Achievement unlocked!)
Also I have shopped and cleaned and cooked and tidied. There is a pork shoulder in the oven, slow-roasting on a bed of apples and pears and onions and wine, which will all get whizzed up into a gravy; and there will be purple potato wedges and brussels sprouts shredded and sauteed with ginger and garlic, and we will call it dinner. We may even call it good.
Meanwhile, I am reading a book! For I was in Borderlands, as you know, and in fear lest Ancillary Sword not last me the train journey home. So I was on the very verge of going to Jude and asking her to recommend me something, when she called me over and said, "Look at this!"
So I did look, and we agreed that we really liked the cover, and the blurb was engaging, so I bought it for I really am that easy; and people, I am loving this book. It has cross-dressing for plot and purpose and steampunkishness and an England divided (between an abiding monarchy and a republic, after the successful Luddite revolution) and repressed science and travelling circuses and all sorts. And a Graham Joyce quote on the cover, so it feels apt to be reading it this weekend, when I couldn't make his memorial back in the old country. One last time, he gets to recommend a book to me.
In other news, Sunday appears newly to be the day when we hear that friends are having health issues. Stop that, Sunday.
Those days ... are gone. Or at least in abeyance. At the moment I'm enjoying not putting any worky-pressure on myself of a Sunday. Today the most I wanted to do was to clean the mud-room sink. (If you haven't seen it, don't ask; if you have seen it, well. You don't need to ask. But it was black, and now it is sink-coloured. Achievement unlocked!)
Also I have shopped and cleaned and cooked and tidied. There is a pork shoulder in the oven, slow-roasting on a bed of apples and pears and onions and wine, which will all get whizzed up into a gravy; and there will be purple potato wedges and brussels sprouts shredded and sauteed with ginger and garlic, and we will call it dinner. We may even call it good.
Meanwhile, I am reading a book! For I was in Borderlands, as you know, and in fear lest Ancillary Sword not last me the train journey home. So I was on the very verge of going to Jude and asking her to recommend me something, when she called me over and said, "Look at this!"
So I did look, and we agreed that we really liked the cover, and the blurb was engaging, so I bought it for I really am that easy; and people, I am loving this book. It has cross-dressing for plot and purpose and steampunkishness and an England divided (between an abiding monarchy and a republic, after the successful Luddite revolution) and repressed science and travelling circuses and all sorts. And a Graham Joyce quote on the cover, so it feels apt to be reading it this weekend, when I couldn't make his memorial back in the old country. One last time, he gets to recommend a book to me.
In other news, Sunday appears newly to be the day when we hear that friends are having health issues. Stop that, Sunday.