Some days...
Oct. 12th, 2009 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperance...you do nothing at all. Yesterday would be an instance.
Some days, you walk into the Lit & Phil and there's Seamus Heaney.
Who is small and twinkly, essence of himself. If I bake bread before I wash, will something of that come out in the dough? And if I then ingest it, will it rise up in me, like a leaven...?
In other news, I have just arranged for the boys' favourite person ever (aka the catsitter-man) to come around on Wednesday to collect new key. As I hung up, I remembered the state of the house.
He is not allowed to see the house in this state.
This gives me two days to clean up. And I'm tired, and I feel like crap. Boo.
Stare too long at the vacuum, and you know what happens...
Some days, you walk into the Lit & Phil and there's Seamus Heaney.
Who is small and twinkly, essence of himself. If I bake bread before I wash, will something of that come out in the dough? And if I then ingest it, will it rise up in me, like a leaven...?
In other news, I have just arranged for the boys' favourite person ever (aka the catsitter-man) to come around on Wednesday to collect new key. As I hung up, I remembered the state of the house.
He is not allowed to see the house in this state.
This gives me two days to clean up. And I'm tired, and I feel like crap. Boo.
Stare too long at the vacuum, and you know what happens...