Meanwhile...
Is that really two months since the last post?
It has been sixty days of reading and writing and failing to sleep and failing to wake up.
There has been art - Lichtenstein, Frink, Riley, Hodgkin - and photography, with a picture on show at the Sidney Cooper. There are photos.
There has been beer. On the one hand too much. On the other hand not enough. Inroads into Lincolnshire.
Oh yes, a plenary paper.
A failure to take a vacation.
(See failing to sleep and failing to wake up.)
Not enough walking. Too much rain and cold.
One day, I will have content.
It has been sixty days of reading and writing and failing to sleep and failing to wake up.
There has been art - Lichtenstein, Frink, Riley, Hodgkin - and photography, with a picture on show at the Sidney Cooper. There are photos.
There has been beer. On the one hand too much. On the other hand not enough. Inroads into Lincolnshire.
Oh yes, a plenary paper.
A failure to take a vacation.
(See failing to sleep and failing to wake up.)
Not enough walking. Too much rain and cold.
One day, I will have content.