The past few days have involved:
- My ex-with-benefits visiting for a couple of days instead of the usual evening/night/morning after.
- Circus strength and flexibility class.
- Going to the aquarium with some friends.
When I came home after the aquarium visit yesterday, I had some plans to draw stuff, what with feeling guilty about not touching Rita at all for the past few days. But I ended up falling asleep in the living room for a while instead, and opting to spend the evening re-reading Stations of the Tide.
I feel this was a wise choice. I actually got some stuff DONE on Rita this morning, and should be getting more done before haring off to Introductary Aerial class.
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I decided to re-read Stations of the Tide after contemplating an article from someone who’s read one Wodehouse novel and Hamlet a hundred times. I doubt I will ever get to this sort of intimacy with any particular text; I think I’ve maybe read Stations four or five times at most. But there’s something important to me lurking in there; it’s one of the few prose books I bothered getting a new copy of after Katrina, and bothered to keep through a cross-country move. If something happens to my copy I suspect I’ll probably buy a new one despite most of my prose reading being digital.