Some things do get better

[desperance]

...So I repotted the aspidistra (in about the third pot that I tried: I have no eye for size, apparently), and knackered my back in the process, but only mildly. And put it out in the rain to settle it down (it does like the occasional shower, and the weather may be foul but it is still absurdly mild out there, for mid/late October), and kicked the door awhile, and then did eventually get into town. And did bank stuff and shopping stuff, and then got down to the library. And did three, three and a half hours (with my lunch: yay for a library that lets you eat and sells you coffee too! Alas, they no longer let you smoke - but then, I don't smoke any longer anyway, so it's not me that suffers) solid face-down in the copy edit, and got ninety pages sorted, which is less-than-a-quarter-but-more-than-a-fifth, which ain't bad for one day's work.

And so home, where I was Very Good and Spent Nothing, in the face of All Temptation (books, mostly); and came home and have been working since. Three pages so far, and I'm about to open another bottle of wine, ignore other distractions and head for a fourth and lands beyond.

Oh, and my house is really shadowy, this being mid/late October and half the lights being fritzed (the electrics being something else that really needs sorting); and Barry is an all-black cat (barring half a dozen white hairs on his shoulder that we Don't Talk About, and the hint of a bib that is really The Line Of An Old Scar, thank you very much), and he will lurk in shadowy places where I have to walk and really can't see him; so he did get his tail trodden on. He was Very Brave, and didn't suggest for a moment that I'd done it deliberately, but the phrase 'just deserts' did slink across my mind, just for a moment there...

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