Life has been a zone of unsteady lately but a good start is embracing, warm light. Let’s sink in.
Make a shrill howling or wailing noise (I could do that right now)
I woke and wondered: am I actually feeling capable again? The only way to find out was to head to the cave, on a gorgeous Melbourne winter’s day.
. . . or so I thought. Allowing for illness in a big year’s targets is tricky. On the one hand, if you are in bed, it’s hard to attend to a big year; on the other hand, you want to pressure yourself to stick with it no matter what.
I hadn’t had a bad cold for years, so had felt I was immune to any influenza virus. Maybe, I crowed internally, all my exercising does make me super hardy. I assumed I’d never get sick enough in 2017 to warrant making an allowance.
Well, this week I crashed into a dose of flu that so far has lost me two and a half days, and might cost me more. I’m sure there are some upsides but right now I can’t see them.
Each of the big years has faced its own problems but all are now, finally, ticking along. I call that happiness!
Normally I chatter to myself, via this blog, about the writing work in progress. I’ve been silent, for the very good reason that once again I’ve diverted from drafting Volume I to cleaning up research work, in this case going through piles of Volume III material as per the photo. On this day it was American reactors in the late 2000s.
I’m not going to excuse myself. Nor berate myself. This push I’m doing right now will finally, after ever so long, clear up the 2000s and 2010s. Why am I doing this? Because this albatross, wrapped tightly around my neck, disturbs me so much, I have to get rid of it. Have to.
Anyway, I’m labouring immensely hard and making wonderful progress. I’ll keep closer tabs from now on, with the end approaching.
After big sleeps, two of them, last night wasn’t at all. The alarm pulsed. Instant choice: I needn’t rise.