Fanfare, confetti, and trumpets from on high

[crowdog66]

While I was curled up on the couch reading and drinking coffee, the piano tuner finally came to visit. It's just an intermittant trickle, but thank the Gods, it's a start.

Great is my mental relief, even though I don't FEEL a whole lot different -- that is, still so tired out physically and emotionally that even the prospect of getting dressed today filled me with dread. But George made me a nice little dinner, and I'm going back to read another book. (This afternoon I started and finished Death of a Doll by Hilda Lawrence, a claustrophobic and obliquely written little murder mystery; will now try my hand, again, at The Foundling by Georgette Heyer, and if that proves too unsatisfying to my rather tempermental mind, I'll go back to sociology in the form of Persuasions of the Witch's Craft by T. M. Luhrmann.)

*bleed, bleed, bleed... lie about, lie about, lie about...*

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[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

"The piano tuner"? Haven't heard that one before, but I like it. ::Giggles::