The clickety-clack of the keys continues, as the author tries to pound out something sensible after a day of being confused and mathematical. The rigours of trying to find a two-dimensional solution to a pair of partial differential equations recede as the composition process takes over, and the pain of a broken year-long sugar respite sizzles. Oh, the pain.
Yes, it can be done. The words can continue. The words must continue, as dogsitting leaves lots of time for composition and random writing, especially with a spell of locum selling at the local Pontyates produce market included. Oh, the local produce market, a fascinating event where locals in a poor region turn up with their produce and try to sell it at extortionate prices, usually failing. The produce market before Christmas will be an unusual time. While trying to sell my absent mother's painted glass, I plan to do some origami demonstrations. Turn up, if you dare!
Oh, I've just been reminded that 'Duel' exists, that awesome Spielberg television movie that inspired and prototyped 'Jaws'. 'Duel' will almost certainly be part of the weekend. Ah, 'Duel', the humourless mini-epic that truly demonstrated that a large budget wasn't necessary to make a thrilling cinematic ordeal. Oh, if only there were a few jokes, though. Just one or two. And fewer snakes. Less snakes would be an advantage.
Miami is looming. A mammoth trip, with almost a day of flying in total. It will be gruelling, but also a grand opportunity to catch up with the books that have loitered on my piles for too long. Yes, the plan is in, and those books will be dealt with! Mwahahahahaha! They're not bad books, just ones that don't beg to be read. 'A Connecticut Yankee' will be dealt with, as will volume two of 'Journey to the West', Freud's book on jokes, and Jung's 'Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious' will get a lump taken out of it too. The plan is in.
Tomorrow: Origami and sales!
O.
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