| | As a rousing finale to my spring break, I got good and properly sick for the first time in a long time, and spent most of yesterday creeping around the house wondering why the world was turning cartwheels, and why the room temperature was below freezing. Although Julia and Jeanna told me the world was as upright as it usually is, and Evan, who braved the germs and came over, insisted the house was a balmy seventy-something.
Now that I can stand up without falling over, and food is beginning to sound appealing again, I'm trying to adopt C.S. Lewis's philosophy that a minor illness is one of the great pleasures in life, and make it an excuse to sit still. I've been reading John Buchan's Blanket of the Dark. The story is deeply felt, but it's taking me some time to get used to the narrative remoteness and the heavy use of the passive voice. His style doesn't have the energy it usually does. But at least it makes me read slowly, and keeps me sitting still.
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| | Posted 3/10/2007 1:42 PM - 1 view - 2 comments
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