I'm a tad frustrated today - day two of an inner ear infection and it hurts!  I am such a wuss - really I am.  At least I'm upright this evening and able to be on the computer for a bit - so there is an improvement.  However I have missed my window to see the Rehab Officer from the Guide Dogs Association so I will have to wait another few months before I have my assessment for a new dog.  This is a blow - but I couldn't sit up earlier in the day without dizziness and sickness - so I wouldn't have been much use.

 

I'm frustrated to be leaving jobs - chiefly the redecorating of the guest room and afternoons painting.  But I am doing some reading.  Just finished Fay Weldon's "Stepmother's Diary" - oh, yes - very astutue - particularly if like me you are probably a closet Freudian (is that possible?  Probably not).

 

I'm just into "The Interpretation of Murder" which won the Galaxy best read award largely after a lot of promotion on "Richard and Judy".  It's a very well constructed yarn - I'm enjoying it!

 

Reading isn't a huge compensation for what I am not doing - but on the other hand it is always illuminating as a writer to read and feel inspired by what you read.  In the case of Weldon she never fails.

 

Working on a poem for writing group on the given topic sun/son.  I am going for sun and trying not to get cliched or caught on too much hyperbole.  I can get a bit grandiose when the subject needs simplifying rather than illuminating (forgive the pun).  I am just writing - sort it out later.  I am hoping I'll gain some clarity when my ear infection clears - now that's an interesting mixed metaphor.  Maybe I should say I will hear more clearly the muse (reach for sick bag) when my ear is better!  I'm as daft as a brush just now.  I'd like to say it's medication related - I think it's just that I'm happy.