Easy does it, rubber monkey.

I was snowed in today. I was unable to leave the house, so I made a fire and sat in the armchair reading Thomas Hardy. Perversely, the miserable bugger cheered me up.

My boss called me up about half ten to tell me she had hired a snowplough, and was going to come and get me. My heart sank at this. It’s uncommon to get a day off like this - some welcome solitude. Time to read and watch the spiders (my house is full of spiders). Luckily my boss called an hour later to say the plough had broken down. She said fair enough, I wouldn’t have to go in. Her tone of voice made me feel she really thought I should get a shovel and tunnel to work.

As it was, I got to spend the day reading Hardy by the fire, eating marmite on crumpets and listening to music. Today’s soundtrack mainly came courtesy of Akron/Family, Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci, Tunng and some Deerhoof. It’s been a good day. The spiders have asked me to say hello. They hope you are well.

Limping

Letters are limping off my tongue.

d j o f l in
h i g me
I m k

I'm throwing them at the screen, but only a few are sticking.

I'll find a chisel to hammer them on to the screen, after I have pushed my head inside a book.