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smokingbootI love it. It always makes me feel this sense of release.
None yet but I can feel it on its way. My skin feels better already.
There was work yesterday on an area funding project.
There are two groups directly connected to it. One is comprised of those who have joined and are ready to offer some time, the other is a more general group of people who love the area. When I asked what people would want from such a project, the group already involved was quiet, though there are already some cracking ideas discussed prior; these are very diverse.
By contrast, the larger group was vocal and consistent in saying what it thought would improve things around here; they want a reasonable path into and across the hills including signposts. Looking at it, a foot/cycle/hiking/ heritage path would be a great place to start. There were other excellent ideas too, but I found myself musing over the path. It's easy to go walking here, you just scramble up the hills and away you go; Scotland's right to roam and all that. It's not so accessible for the elderly and disabled; these tend to find themselves stuck close to the road, which in one particular part is said to be very dangerous especially for dogs off leash. I need to go look at it, in fact I need a long proper explore of these hills. This in no way has anything to do with my desire to go looking for the Silverman or any of the area's supposed cryptids, honest!
Loads of reading on this matter to do as well. Those more in the know tell me we have lots of time to get this together. That's good to know.
Dull work today. A long chapter or too long a chapter or too much talking or tunnel vision making everything seem bigger, longer, and are those phrases repeated elsewhere and is it genuinely awkward or does everything falls apart when you look too close etc etc etc etc etc.
Counselling tomorrow, I don't want to do it.
So I ignored that thought, left my work and cleaned out the fridge. On return I found that nothing was better, in fact I was more exhausted. Had to abandon the chapter.
Some of this may be down to the absurd lack of sleep last night; one cat wanted attention, just lots of stroking... At one point she settled beside me, her purrs rumbling under and across the mattress like tremors, while another patrolled the room with a strange urgency, hopping up onto my husband's side of the bed, dashing across the pillows, jumping down and rounding the room again, twice, three times, four... He settled down eventually, but I had given up counting by then. He woke me early. Now I'm groggy and too exhausted to do anything but stifle myself with second guessing.
Come then thunder, come on, break open my head with cold rain and lightning and air!
None yet but I can feel it on its way. My skin feels better already.
There was work yesterday on an area funding project.
There are two groups directly connected to it. One is comprised of those who have joined and are ready to offer some time, the other is a more general group of people who love the area. When I asked what people would want from such a project, the group already involved was quiet, though there are already some cracking ideas discussed prior; these are very diverse.
By contrast, the larger group was vocal and consistent in saying what it thought would improve things around here; they want a reasonable path into and across the hills including signposts. Looking at it, a foot/cycle/hiking/ heritage path would be a great place to start. There were other excellent ideas too, but I found myself musing over the path. It's easy to go walking here, you just scramble up the hills and away you go; Scotland's right to roam and all that. It's not so accessible for the elderly and disabled; these tend to find themselves stuck close to the road, which in one particular part is said to be very dangerous especially for dogs off leash. I need to go look at it, in fact I need a long proper explore of these hills. This in no way has anything to do with my desire to go looking for the Silverman or any of the area's supposed cryptids, honest!
Loads of reading on this matter to do as well. Those more in the know tell me we have lots of time to get this together. That's good to know.
Dull work today. A long chapter or too long a chapter or too much talking or tunnel vision making everything seem bigger, longer, and are those phrases repeated elsewhere and is it genuinely awkward or does everything falls apart when you look too close etc etc etc etc etc.
Counselling tomorrow, I don't want to do it.
So I ignored that thought, left my work and cleaned out the fridge. On return I found that nothing was better, in fact I was more exhausted. Had to abandon the chapter.
Some of this may be down to the absurd lack of sleep last night; one cat wanted attention, just lots of stroking... At one point she settled beside me, her purrs rumbling under and across the mattress like tremors, while another patrolled the room with a strange urgency, hopping up onto my husband's side of the bed, dashing across the pillows, jumping down and rounding the room again, twice, three times, four... He settled down eventually, but I had given up counting by then. He woke me early. Now I'm groggy and too exhausted to do anything but stifle myself with second guessing.
Come then thunder, come on, break open my head with cold rain and lightning and air!
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