If this is Sunday, we must be somewhere

I do rather love it - going back to a previous discussion about hierarchies of avoidance - that my displacement-of-choice is suddenly writing my book. For years uncounted, work has been the thing I most displaced; but yesterday was just like being sixteen again and back at school, sneaking away from my proper duties to hide up in the library and write. I snuck off down to the Lit and Phil and holed up there all morning. And yup, it was just like being back at school and practising avoidance: everything that I hated left elsewhere, walled off, just for now, for this minute and the next one too...

Why no, I never did grow up, actually. I just grew hairier, and then less hairy.

Today is Sunday, though, and I couldn't do that if I wanted to, as of course I do. So I have shopped for things (sossidges for lunch, and kedgeree tonight) and I may perhaps write some book, but I will fit it in around other stuff that I've been putting off, and book-boxing that just goes on for ever (I have cleared a room! there are no books left in the bathroom! it are a triumf!), and the cold shivery chills of fear that I cannot actually do this thing, and and and.

Actually, the cold shivery chills may be marginally related to the temperature of the house. 'Scuse me, while I go to address the heating. It would be bad if a boy bounced onto me and I shattered. Then the sossidges would burn.

If I had boots like Emmy Lou's I'd never need a shine

Apparently packing endless books and heaving boxes about is really bad for one's back*, and liable to trigger that old sciatica too. Hey-ho.

On the other hand, a book I don't need to keep is priced on the internet at £350. That doesn't mean anyone's buying, of course, but, y'know. It's worth shipping to CA.

Also, it seems to me that nobody can quite belt melancholy the way that Janis Ian can. This is probably not a new revelation, but hey. I am seldom original.


*Why no, of course I don't lift weights in the approved manner, with bent knees and a straight back or whatever it is.