I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring Well dang. Awake too much of last night with a flare up of a chronic condition. Forced to inhabit the sidelines today with the company of books—not entirely a bad thing.
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find – at the age of fifty, say – that a whole new life has opened before you. Agatha Christie After a busy couple of days, and out late two evenings in a
Words are diamonds, the writer is the diamond cutter. Wilbur Smith, On Leopard Rock Cooler days. They say we’ve returned to seasonal norms, but it feels cool to me after the string of scorchers we enjoyed recently. How quickly we become accustomed to things. Ah well, the heat will return, in time; this is Kamloops
I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me. Anaïs Nin Stumbling around in my private journal this morning, so late—and limited—here. Writing and reading for a good part of today and, later, a trip down the hill to the garden and the