Not every day needs to be spent in front of a computer screen, nor spent looking at a bookshelf trying to decide which book will take the longest to read. No sir. Today I went fishing. It was cold and grey, and miserable, but fresh and cleansing, and I cleared my head. I also caught two carp, big ones, which disrupted my train of thought, but if I will insist on dangling sweetcorn on a hook I should face the consequences. At least they got a meal, and a lip piercing, which I want, the lucky devils. I came home and cleaned out my goldfish, marvelling at how big they are getting, and resolving to release them into the above pond should they get any bigger. I shan't have been the first to do so, if the monster goldfish rumours are true.
My head is somewhat cleared. The Christmas sentiment and special moments that I cannot and never will again share with her have been frozen and subdued by the side of a pond, a temporary solution until I thaw myself out with a glass of wine. I've no doubt she will permeate my brain again tonight. Perhaps I will dream of her, perhaps I will be unable to sleep through dreaming of her. Perhaps I will get too drunk to dream anything.
Join me in raising your glass to Sleeplessness and her civil partner Exhaustion - you must admire their stamina.
2006-12-28 @ 16:27