It's still better than having the room lurch every time I move my head, if not by much. But for some reason it's a perfect condition to read Flaubert's Parrot to (an ancient copy, nabbed from I know not where, with water stains and pages about to fall out) so I go do that. Even if the whole exercise reminds me of reading Flaubert in the late 70s, and revives the horror and wanhope of that experience just a little too vividly. 'On the whole I am glad I will never be twenty and have to go through all that again...'
It's still better than having the room lurch every time I move my head, if not by much. But for some reason it's a perfect condition to read Flaubert's Parrot to (an ancient copy, nabbed from I know not where, with water stains and pages about to fall out) so I go do that. Even if the whole exercise reminds me of reading Flaubert in the late 70s, and revives the horror and wanhope of that experience just a little too vividly. 'On the whole I am glad I will never be twenty and have to go through all that again...'
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Lying in bed as is my habit, because it's warm and I don't hurt, and thinking gloomy thoughts about knee replacements, or more pecisely rehab after…
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Dentist appointment today, in spite of flailing through snowdrifts to get to cabs, at least got me a good half hour of conversation with the…
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Buoyed by my shopping trip last week, today I rollatored the equal distance to the laundromat to wash my duvet cover. Then walked the two blocks down…
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