Thursday, January 20, 2011

Unplanned slam

Into a wall of virus; the week started so well, climbing with friends, band rehearsal, and then some little thing invaded and threw everything off. Had finished the Woolf short fiction and passed it to the bandmate who loves her work; started The Waves , but found that a virus-addled brain can't take it in. Crashed on a couch, and when conscious, ambled along in Zadie Smith's collection of nonfiction pieces, finding her sharp, bracing like a witch hazel blooming.
"An American in Paris" cycles through my head, along with its numerous key changes and the required recall of all those sharps.

4 Comments:

Blogger TaraDharma said...

oh dear. are you feeling better yet?

2:07 PM  
Blogger isabelita said...

Hey, Ms. Tara. Well, the spouse and I managed a good walk today in actual sunlight, and I think it helped turn the viral tide. Thanks for asking.

8:56 PM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

Glad to see you are feeling well enough for a stroll in the sunlight. Hope you are well on the mend.

7:56 AM  
Blogger isabelita said...

Thanks, robin a. things seem to have improved, although sometimes one wishes the nose would stop already.

10:03 AM  

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