Day 8 - pt 1

It's lashing down with rain, the garden is too soggy to walk in - not that one would want to - and the light levels are low enough to send a hampster into instant hibernation. [sigh] And so I shall struggle ever onward toward tonight's 13336. [wibble]

All I want to do is get under the duvet. Odd, really. If I still had blankets the idea of heading to bed wouldn't appeal at all. But now we've taken the Scandanavian idea of bedding to heart it seems ... comforting. A sage people. That coping with miniscule daylight hours should have brought forth such a wondrous bit of bedding is rather miraculous.

Argh. Look at all those words I've typed. and not one can I use for my Novel. [idiot]

Ave, and lang mey yer lum reek :)

Umm

Yes, well. Knee almost better now, so Muse can worry less about mobility and more about plot. Get it, you stupid airy fairy Muse, you.

Not that I'm in anyway panicking. After all, there is still ten days to go.

Sunny days - of which this is one - means cold. I don't like cold unless I have a roaring fire. Fire means wood. I don't have any. Life throws these things at us. Perhaps it's a test? But if it's a test, that pre-supposes a tester, which means God, or an alien entity is real .... Another quandary.

TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) seems very complicated. I thought it was an easy thing to do. I'm much mistaken. Not that this is anything new. Poor Kap :(