And so I cannot start off with my 10 – 5 routine of work which I have planned for myself as the best way to treat my year off. I will, however, be working in the middle of the day on something, probably a choon. There certainly are enough of them, and John’s song is not written down yet, so that might be a good place to start. Tomorrow…. up whenever, cook breakfast, to work at 10.
See how I took all the fun out of everything by making it all like work? But I know only too well what will happen to me if I don’t put some new habits in place of the old one. I’ll end up completely deranged in a big pile of paper, and that’s not too far from what things look like right now.
I am reading Austen’s Mansfield Park. Fanny Price is a remarkable creation. She looks like a prig but she’s just really really sensitive. The description of how she feels when she goes back to Portsmouth to be with her noisy gross family is awesome.
