I didn’t sleep very well last night. I think it was because I enjoyed the weekend so much, and I didn’t want it to end. I got a lot more writing done on Sunday, in spite of the fact I am still not smoking. I haven’t smoked now for about ten days, I think. In between writing, I messed up the Guardian Sudoku, but redeemed myself by managing to complete the Quick Crossword without having to appeal for help, although I did have to wing it a bit. I wonder if there is actually a ‘foot-stomping performance (4,5)’ called a ‘clog dance’, or I just made that up. On the subject of winging it, I am also now officially a master of X Files trivia (I preferred being called a savant), and have learned that the X Files character I am most like is Scully, and that if I were a member of the Syndicate, I would be Bill Mulder, who is dead, but never mind.
Another thing I did yesterday was randomly browse through other people’s blogs. I like looking at blogs of people I don’t know. The best one I saw yesterday appeared to be about buses. There were a lot of photos of buses, anyway. I couldn’t understand what the blog said, because it was written in a language I didn’t recognize. I doubt I will ever find this blog again. I stumbled across it by clicking Blogger’s ‘Next Blog’ button about a hundred times. I like that there are so many small, strange blogs on the internet. I like to think mine is smaller and stranger than most. I know of one person who found my blog by Googling ‘What kind of mole wears bright pink?’ I feel my job here is almost done.
Nothing important happened today. I dragged myself out of bed and went to work. I saw a dog that looked just like my dog but younger and with a white ‘W’ on his chest instead of a question mark. I carried a 5kg bag of cat food all the way home, breaking almost every rule of manual handling in the process. I read a bit of Yuriko Takeda’s Russia Diary on the train. I was planning to stop at the library as I was passing to look for a Martha Wainwright CD or two, but at the last minute I got it into my head I might have a dentist’s appointment today. I couldn’t decide whether this dentist’s appointment I might have was at four or four thirty. I was running late if it was at four, so I decided I’d better not stop at the library after all. I checked my appointment card when I got home and felt cheated, because it turns out I don’t have to go to the dentist for another three weeks.
I did three more hours of Japanese comprehension practise against the clock this evening. I made red bean chilli for tea. I hadn’t made red been chilli for ages, and spent a fun twenty minutes making pressure cooker noises while the kidney beans were cooking.
The dog and I went for a walk just before nine. The weather still can’t make up its mind. I wish it would stop raining so much. The Barley Mow is turning into a quagmire. My shoes are falling apart, and they were full of mud by the time we got home. The sky was spectacular, though. My neck hurts from looking up so much at the marshmallow clouds.