I suppose I could argue that today has been a thinking day, but if I am honest I would have to concede that it has been contemplation in the manner of Pooh rather than Satre. Don't laugh, but I can usually think my best thoughts in bed and then transfer them to paper when I emerge from my cocoon. Honest! I can think, order and then get up, shower and start writing. Something went wrong this morning between waking up and starting to think. (I blame Fi Glover on Radio Four). I certainly began to think through the paper I need to write - but I then woke up again and it was 12.30pm!
Now at this point any sensible, motivated academic or creative artist would apologise to the muses - quickly shower and slide into her desk chair as though nothing had happened. (Three hours could be caught up by working after Dr. Who tonight - assuming Dr. Who is on!)
When I woke, as a cup of tea was placed on my bedside cabinet at around 4,30pm, I was disorientated and thought for a second it was 7.30am. As I eased myself gently up the bed to smile somewhat weakly at my partner and enquire as to the time, Teazle our smokey grey and white cat, adjusted himself on my midriff and took his purr down a semi-tone. Mungo, our collie x rolled on his back on my partner's pillow; my guide dog looked up and beat his tail and Jo, our rescue collie slept on at the foot of the bed! I wondered if the rather lame excuse that I was comforting the dogs and cats as they made the transition to having a new puppy in the house might hold water and then decided honesty was the best policy - I had relaxed; and evidently I had needed to sleep!
I feel great now. But my partner is yawning. There is a degree of shift work just now with two dogs in quarantine in the kitchen on Squit Alert and the others in the rest of the house!
Puppy News: Humph has mastered the Library and is now wondering what the hall is for. He is taking his time and we are letting him. He looks like a fluffy poodle wearing a rubber life-preserver ring (except it is under his fur). I am trying to avoid derogatory terms like pot bellied here. His eyes are still very blue-green so I am guessing they may turn a lighter rather than dark brown - and his nose looks like a little milk choc drop - unlike other disposable commodities that he produces - which still lack firmness. Still he shows promise - he could probably exhibit at the Tate with what he's produced so far!!!!
Writing news: I have confirmed in my head my paper's title:
Amor Vincit Omnia? Talk to the Hand 'cos the Face ain't Listening
It may need work...
Two wonderful things about my day's hibernation are that I feel much more alert and relaxed. Now I will have to do some work tonight - but I guess I won't need to go to bed early!!
Sounds like you really needed that sleep Jane. Don't fell guilty about it. The new puppy sounds like he is fun to have around. Hope the other animals are ready for his energy and antics. Enjoy your day. love, Moira
Posted by: Moira Jamieson | 06/29/2008 at 08:17 AM