Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Green bath, sleep and be damned and before the deadline.

1. I sink into a salty bath that smells of an earthy pine forest, thanks to a Lush Geophyzz bath bomb and a copy of Ursula Le Guin's The Left Hand Of Darkness*.

2. I don't really wake up properly when Nick and Alec come home towards the end of the afternoon. They snuggle into bed next to me and we all sleep until there is no chance of getting Alec to bed at a sensible hour.

3. To hand in an essay in plenty of time. I was always a last-minute sort of person at university, but the time constraints I'm under now mean that I need to click submit 18 hours before the final deadline.

*It's one of the texts for my course, and it is both alien planet travelogue and a social science fiction thought experiments. These are two genres that I like very much indeed.

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am. 2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots. 3. By my bed is a large and comforting boo...