Insomnia

I can't sleep and am suffering from Sunday night insomnia, except it's Monday night. But anyway, it amounts to the same thing. If I go to bed right now I can get over five hours. Deep sigh.

The long weekend was good. I gardened, rode my bike, bought sandals, visited, made nice food for people and played with the little person, who has stopped trying to throw herself into our pond and is now obsessed with the watering can and with all the ways that water can be moved through the air. It feels strange but I haven't done any writing at all, not a word, but I think that'll start up again on the train tomorrow morning. When I will be very tired.  Damn.

Tuesday, brain meme

The important thing we know about the world before shoes were invented is that it was such that the invention of shoes was necessary.

I've had this thought going round my head all weekend. It's not my own, but a fragment of someone's explanation of why people do things. Often there's a very good reason, and it's usually to do with making life easier and more pleasant. These are not bad reason for doing things. I don't know where this thought is going, but I like it. I think.

I got to sleep at 2.30 last night and now I'm really tired and I'm supposed to be gathering my wits together to write a coherent report for my meeting in Lancaster on Thursday. Fuck. *panics*

Anyway, that ( brain meme )