It will, probably, never stop raining

[desperance]

I won't be going into town, as I had planned. It's just too wet out there. Instead I shall sit here, picking nervelessly at what I wrote last night, trying to make sense of it so that I can carry on; and betweentimes I'll dive back into the black hole under the stairs, and wave the vacuum threateningly at the boys when they get too much under my feet (this only actually works on Barry, but it's a matter of principle with me that cats shall be scared of vacuums, so I carry on regardless in the face of young Mac's sneers), and with luck soon enough I'll be able to start putting things into that space rather than taking more out. It's like one of those sliding tile puzzles: what I really wanted was to clear some clutter from in front of some bookshelves to see if I could find a particular book, but there's nowhere for that clutter to go until I have made space elsewhere, which means... etc etc. But I did, eventually, find the right place to begin.

Comments

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

I lied. Is a lie you don't realise is a lie at the time still a lie? I can still see the Laing, but only through raindrops.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

I knew you were lying; so yup, that makes it a lie. Not only was it still raining then; it's still still raining now. Still.