It’s 1.40 am and I’m
sitting here trying to contrive a blog post. I can’t come up with anything. It’s
been a busy day today and I’m in a funk (I think.) Not a blue funk, just a
funk. (I think. My American vernacular is not well advanced, you understand.)
It’s been a day of car cleaning, laundry and gardening, plus
the usual chores like fire making, cooking and washing up. And then there was
the correspondence. Such correspondence! Enlightening and enlivening
correspondence. Correspondence to remind me that connections are not to be
ignored, and that New York has
not disintegrated after all.
But the fact that I’ve had a busy day does not mean that I’ve capitulated and become industrious. I haven’t.
I’m a lazy, layabout English peasant and generally happy to be so. I’m Dylan
from The Magic Roundabout – and sometimes
Dougal, and sometimes Zebedee, and sometimes Ermintrude. I’m of little use to
anybody and it’s probably best that I stay that way.
And now it’s time for bed. One more scotch and I’m off.
Tomorrow I buy bagels, among other things.
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