I’m not feeling terribly well today – poor, poor, poor, poor
me – it’s the innards – a combination of my cycle, a sleeping pill last night, too
much coffee today, too many books on my desk, and a huge work project hurtling towards
its deadline like a runaway shopping trolley clattering down Ruckers Hill.
Should I steer for the level crossing or for the creek? At least in the creek I
could have a nice cool lie down among the reeds and pebbles. Maybe one of the
recently rediscovered platypuses might paddle past. Sounds alright really.
When I don’t feel well, the thought of most kinds of food
makes me nauseous, even when I’m hungry, and I am hungry today. In the end I decided
on a bowl of sauerkraut (not pictured) and this apple, which I grew myself.
It
was not ripe, which I was aware of when I picked it last week, but I just
really wanted to bring it in to show it to the ex-orchardist volunteer who
comes in on Fridays even though I knew he would be unimpressed in general and
would also tell me I’d picked it too early. In the event he was so amused and
so hilariously scornful about this ridiculous little underripe apple that it was
quite a treat to watch him flail around trying to find something nice to say
about it. On the downside, after hearing him hold forth I felt so convinced of
its inedibleness that I had to resort to asking the Tarot app on my phone
whether I should try to eat it at all.
In the event the general indigestibility of the apple mixed
with the medicinal bite of the sauerkraut seems to have been just the ticket
and I am feeling a little better now, though perhaps it’s just because I’ve
spent fifteen minutes working on this instead of chipping away at the Hanging
Rock-sized chunk of granite that I need to demolish by Thursday afternoon.
p.s. I did resolve not to blog about analysis any more. But this afternoon's session has left me choked with sadness. I don't know what to do with it. Can't do anything with it. Just sit.
p.s. I did resolve not to blog about analysis any more. But this afternoon's session has left me choked with sadness. I don't know what to do with it. Can't do anything with it. Just sit.
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