I can't see out my bedroom window because it's frosted over. I can't breath through my nose because it's stuffed up. I can provide a little picture. That's about all I can do, and try and read my book ("The Elegance of the Hedgehog") before I fall asleep. Damned cold!
has prayed in synagogues and churches, in Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines, but mostly he finds his sanctuary inside and in between novels and movie theatres, art galleries and the comfort of a not uncomfortable set of headphones.
Hope you are warm today (Saturday 26 December 2009); I'm going to write a poem 'What I can and cannot do'.
ReplyDeleteI like that. Good idea! I should write a poem too. But first, must return to health.
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