At the start of the day

[desperance]

Hmmph. You know that thing about arising rested and ready for the day's labours?

*blows raspberry at the thing*

I have been awake since 4.45am, and the most I have achieved 'til now (8.45) is to break my glasses.

Also, I am expected out tonight, for a lecture and then dinner after. I do not want to miss this.

So, then: seven pages before 5.30pm, with my head stuffed with a damp and cloying fog already, and an urgent mission to the opticians? Hmmph...

However: Barry is Feeling Better. That's the morning's important news. We have had no Regrettable Incidents since yesterday afternoon, and he has defended his breakfast against all comers. It was quite telling that he had to defend it - ordinarily he inhales his food, then tries to muscle in on Mac's - but still. He may have been slow, but he was thorough. I am hopeful of omitting the threatened vet, assuming that this recurrence of input does not provoke a return to disquieting output.

Damn, though. Battering at this book with a skull-load o' nuthin' would be easier if I knew what should be happening...

Comments

[karenmiller.livejournal.com]

Very pleased to hear that Barry's on the mend. McDuff had a 24 hour gastric event last week ... and there is just no upside to that. None at all. Not even a little bit.

Bugger about the glasses.

And go the book! You will reach the wonderful end. You will.

[time-freak.livejournal.com]

Yay for Barry!

Feel better soon x

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Good news on Baz, at least. The marquis says he hopes you are not getting his cold (which I am getting, but did not have as of Saturday). I recommend green tea. And can't those lazy cats do some writing for you?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

The cats are far too busy Sitting In Warm Places; it is their metier. And it's difficult, in this house: there are very few. I cannot believe how cold it is here, when the heating's on full blast. *shiver*

I will drink green tea when I have drunk all the coffee in the world, which will be before lunchtime. Tea makes no sense to me in the mornings. (Also, if I could drink twice as much coffee, I could write twice as much: damn caffeine-poisoning! It is the death of literature!)

Now I must decamp to the Lit & Phil, and try to think on the way of something that might happen next. Why is this so hard? It's a battle! With fighting! There must be stuff happening all over! (Trouble is, of course, most of that's just hack-and-slay, which is neither interesting nor relevant. Battles bore me. I should probably spend some time talking to the marquis about strategy or something. Next time...)

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Tea for the anti-oxidants, coffee for the oomph.
Battles are horrid, but Gemmell did good ones (also Tolstoy).