quite nice out
Gave in to common sense, and put that handknitted blanket on my bed, over my duvet. It definitely improved the warmth factor. No, we don't actually have any snow here at the moment (yet), but it is cold.
Getting a parcel from archangelbeth definitely improved the day, too. And since it was moderately sunny (clearly the snow is biding its time and will jump out from around the street corner to surprise me at a dramatic moment), it was quite nice out. Well, as long as one wore a sensible amount of coats, scarves, gloves, etc.
Also, I believe my cooking of steak is improving. I must continue practicing!
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No Second Troy
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
-- W. B. Yeats
Getting a parcel from archangelbeth definitely improved the day, too. And since it was moderately sunny (clearly the snow is biding its time and will jump out from around the street corner to surprise me at a dramatic moment), it was quite nice out. Well, as long as one wore a sensible amount of coats, scarves, gloves, etc.
Also, I believe my cooking of steak is improving. I must continue practicing!
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No Second Troy
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
-- W. B. Yeats