The fan heater in the bathroom.
I'm feeling flat and uninspired again. I think I'm turning into one of the gargoyles in this video:
That's probably because I'm watching and listening to it a lot lately. If you do the same, I should warn you: it's beautiful and melancholy, but not very cheerful.
Google Blogger stats have gone wonky. Google things have a habit of doing that.
New York, New York, New York... How can a hobbit living in The Shire possibly make connections with New York? Pig in the City, maybe?
When I walk past the Lady B's house at night, there's often some light spill from a window - usually the kitchen. And sometimes a shadow crosses it, which is intriguing but not obsessive.
Are you getting all this? Good. I'm too tired to write any more.
Night.
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Hobbits are remarkably adept at adaptation. NYC, Gondor... what's the difference?
Well, that's it. I really must get a copy of The Hobbit and read it. I think I did once, but it must have been in a past life because I remember absolutely nothing about it except there were a lot of trees. And I think there were turf houses, but maybe I imagined that bit. Maybe it's time I knew myself better.
By the way, Anon, thanks for the comments. Much appreciated.
This has always been one of my favorites!
#1. and #4.
Perhaps you didn't read it, but lived it, eh? Not enough ale was imbibed the first time around. It's reincarnation, Tolkien style.
And certainly! I enjoy your musings, so to leave a comment from time to time makes sense.
Must find #4 and have a listen. I'm sure it's on YT somewhere.
Are you Turkish, Anon? You write English better than most of us English.
I am, but English is my mother tongue.
Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Now I'm doubly intrigued.
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