But it is in the nature of our job that you don't get to wind down completely. You never know what problem you will find yourself trying to solve ...
From my perspective, anyway ...
Just to observe that Ian McMillan has made an art form of the radio trailer - most recently, he has rendered his trailer as a text message - on the radio!
Bright, and warm ...
On a damp, grey morning ...
Trying ...
Tired, very tired ...
From Liane Holliday Willey's "Pretending to be Normal":
If I did begin to lose me, I knew how to get me back. Under my bed, I had a wonderfully symmetrical alcove made from the form of my headboard. The alcove was no more than three feet wide by two feet deep, and in it I could always find myself. Whenever I began to feel as though I would come unraveled, I knew I could crawl into my alcove and crunch up into it until I felt as square and symmetrical as it. I could squeeze my knees and pull my thoughts back into my bones so they could end their flight through my blood and rest for awhile. I could plug my ears shut with my index fingers and grit my teeth and clamp my eyes closed and drift about in the stillness of it all. Then, when I was ready, I would open my eyes and there I would be, all safe and sound.
Not entirely clear why I would want to blog from faceBook, but here's verifying that I can ...
Meadow cornflower - some regard as a weed, but I like ...
