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Saturday, December 4th, 2021 03:52 pmThe trouble with going to bed at 11 is that I wake up at 7. And am awake at 7, now that my body doesn't seem to want to do the sleeping in for hours routine any more. Can't think why. I'm doing much more than a week ago- even washed dishes yesterday- but so it is. Result is I'm heavy-eyed and tired by mid-afternoon.
It's been at least two years, probably more, since I climbed stairs in anything but foot-step, foot-step pattern. It will take time to get out of the habit. But the fact that I can now do step-step-step, even holding the handrail just in case, is immensely cheering. Haven't tried going down the same way but that's a matter of time.
I thought in my convalescence that I'd reread JS&MR, but brain said all it could handle were mysteries. So I read mysteries. Only today I rousted out my copy of Bleak House and waded in. Pre-net my subvocalizing self never registered how very much Dickens was paid by the word. It registers now, but now I have no compunction about skimming his description of fog, his description of Chancery, his description of Lady Dedlock's menage, and the Foreword which spoilers a major plot point in the second paragraph. Reads very nicely that way, and I can remain unruffled by how pleased Chas D is by his own invention, which otherwise would try me grately.
(What I wanted was Our Mutual Friend, but bookstore didn't have a copy, alas.)
It's been at least two years, probably more, since I climbed stairs in anything but foot-step, foot-step pattern. It will take time to get out of the habit. But the fact that I can now do step-step-step, even holding the handrail just in case, is immensely cheering. Haven't tried going down the same way but that's a matter of time.
I thought in my convalescence that I'd reread JS&MR, but brain said all it could handle were mysteries. So I read mysteries. Only today I rousted out my copy of Bleak House and waded in. Pre-net my subvocalizing self never registered how very much Dickens was paid by the word. It registers now, but now I have no compunction about skimming his description of fog, his description of Chancery, his description of Lady Dedlock's menage, and the Foreword which spoilers a major plot point in the second paragraph. Reads very nicely that way, and I can remain unruffled by how pleased Chas D is by his own invention, which otherwise would try me grately.
(What I wanted was Our Mutual Friend, but bookstore didn't have a copy, alas.)
