I have been spending a lot of (mostly idle) time in front of this view up here (yes, it’s my old kitchen desk that you’re remembering, I’m sure), to avoid paying any attention to the other, wider view of the inside:
I’m sitting on the sofa reading a murder mystery located in a freezing Sweden spring (Asa Larsson’s Until Thy Wrath Be Past–really good, by the way). The stove, where the chicken stew (my mother’s recipe) is simmering, imparts a delicious warmth to the whole house. The light is turning crepuscular. I’m warm in my wool slippers and cardigan. The baby in his crib upstairs. Every once in a while I can hear him muttering something in his sleep.
Another new year. Don’t these things seem to turn up at an alarmingly fast rate lately? Only yesterday I was writing this previous new year post.
This hasn't been an easy week at my house. Sickness and sleepless kids. Not fun at all. But it is Friday and we do seem to see the light at the end of it all.
A while ago it got into my mind that my days would suddenly become a beacon of productivity and happily accomplished tasks if only I would find a way to keep a list of all my varied activities so I have a clear image of what I need to do in a particular day, week, etc. I do prefer digital technology to paper mostly because it is less wasteful and because I'm in front of the computer most of the time anyway, so I wouldn't need to have another thing to keep track of.
So, with what should I bore you, nice people, today? I am a bottomless fountain of nothing-interesting-to-say every time I log into my blog's admin page to write something for my hoards of one or two readers. I bet you're on the edge of your seats right now. Let's see how it turns out.