It got late without me noticing. I was with Min having pizza, which is a tonic and long overdue. I took her home and picked up some boxes of magic cards. Rhys her man has had them since childhood, they’ve grown complicated for him. Some have value, most don’t. I know these things pretty well – I flogged all my best ones just before the crackhead got wind that I had them and nicked the best of the rest. 50/50 I told him as these days it ain’t worth the rigmarole for a worse deal than that. We’ll list the lot on Thursday.
Darkness happens so early that I’m used to it so by the time I was home my body thought it was early evening, so I took it slow, ran a bath, read a bit of my silly Terry Pratchett book, played with Boo and just looked at my clock and it’s past 1. Bedtime.
Apparently yesterday is meant to be the saddest day of the year. The bullshit of Christmas is a memory, the blossoms of spring an impossible dream. The light goes before the day ends and it is cold. Cats and blankets and friends and fires, snuggles and hot drinks. I helped a friend with a self tape this afternoon, got an offer through for a short but lovely job that might grow longer. I’m looking for the light but the fingers of winter have been in my heart today. I’m very glad of Minnie and the pizza. Glad of Boo and her fluffy affection and buzzing warmth. She’s taking to sniffing my nose as I sleep. It’s a good snoring monitor.
I bought daffodils. They haven’t opened yet. I finished my first loaf baked from scratch and it wasn’t shite. I’ll have more tomorrow morning and I made it and that’s satisfying. The last one was a copro with Brian.
Bed is warm. Too tired to read now, I’m just gonna flop until a hairy face wakes me up at dawn. Hopefully some sunlight tomorrow. I’m sad. Bring Spring…
AlBarclay 