14 July 2008
Three days without the internet was awfully quiet and isolating. On Sunday evening it returned as mysteriously as it had vanished.
But I haven't much to say anyway.
There are many silences around here.
The children are back at school today after two weeks of holidays.
I am on semester break from uni right now and am at that stage in my degree where I generally lose interest and motivation in a project (generally about two thirds of the way through something). The pile of unfinished craft projects in my study is testament to that particular bad habit of mine. And it's about this stage that I pulled out of the last degree. I am determined not to do so this time, but I got my semester one results last week and let's just say they were not as good as I am used to them being. Time to pull out the finger.
I went to the farewell of an old boss on Friday and found that she is battling with her third bout of cancer. She looked so frail. I had dinner with a friend that night and was quite teary over the gnocchi.
I am restless and quiet and resentful. The dog lies behind me as I type, his tail slapping the rug as he dreams.
I'll return when I have something of interest to say.