Fri Sep 23rd, 2016
|09:53 pm - Say I'm weary (because I am)|
...say I'm sad (because I'm that too)
Say that health and wealth have missed me (true, for certain values of health and wealth)
Say I'm growing old (oh yes am I not) but add-
It's Friday and it's cool and I will be grateful for those.
Also that there's a Japanologist called Timon Screech. I suppose it was such a Gormenghast name he couldn't bear to change it.
But when he starts talking about manga- oh dear. Clearly confuses Hikaru Nakamura the chess master (a guy) with Hikaru Nakamura the mangaka (a woman), and says straight-facedly, 'It’s interesting to see how the work is very Japanese but the characters are given mixed-race features.' You think?
At the moment it's being cool here, but the sky during the day was clear and a beautiful blue.
That's us. And how nice it is, until evening when one wonders 'Surely I don't have to turn the heat on?"
Yes. That threshold state when it's not quite necessary to add an extra layer or turn the heater on, but at the same time one is conscious of a pleasant warmth when bundled up in bed.
And a concomitant reluctance to leave same, even for bathroom-going.
The voice of the "I don't want to get out of bed" is heard in the land.
Known as 'the bird of dawning.'