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On again, off again, good day, bad day. Have lost count what's what because relative warmth in December means dank. I call it a bad day when even the operated knee hurts, which it did today. This may be due to no massage or chiro for ten days, and I hope it is.
I withdraw from reality into books. Largely Mrs. Bradley, though I'm appalled at the fact that apparently when someone dies at a country house, in flipping August already, we just... leave the corpse in the bedroom for a day or two until the coroner can get around to empanelling a jury which will then view the presumably rotting body in situ, while everyone else goes on merrily drinking their martinis and playing tennis. Which surely can't be right?
Otherwise read Moreno-Garcia's Gods of Jade and Shadows, which is as other-worldly as one needs, and have a Wole Soyinka waiting. We draw near the end of borrowing physical books because snow will happen eventually. But I've discovered- to my astonishment- that I can actually read e-books on my phone without pain, or at least, can read Mrs. Bradley.
I withdraw from reality into books. Largely Mrs. Bradley, though I'm appalled at the fact that apparently when someone dies at a country house, in flipping August already, we just... leave the corpse in the bedroom for a day or two until the coroner can get around to empanelling a jury which will then view the presumably rotting body in situ, while everyone else goes on merrily drinking their martinis and playing tennis. Which surely can't be right?
Otherwise read Moreno-Garcia's Gods of Jade and Shadows, which is as other-worldly as one needs, and have a Wole Soyinka waiting. We draw near the end of borrowing physical books because snow will happen eventually. But I've discovered- to my astonishment- that I can actually read e-books on my phone without pain, or at least, can read Mrs. Bradley.