under another sun

Feeling somewhat brighter this morning. Lorraine working from home much of the day too. Eyes aching, I slunk off at lunchtime for a walk in the park. The pond full of spawn of some sort like bunches of small grapes. Still tatters of snow about, but the sense of Spring waiting impatiently in the wings. A text from Matt to say he had gone to the concert, and it had actually happened, and that Clameur had a good performance which was well received. Slightly kicking myself for not going now, but so it goes. Worked in a focused way on the business book, and made some major improvements this morning. Did some billing, which is always good too. I need to send some samples out soon, to get some feedback. I have a horror of wasting what little energy and time I have on a wild goose chase. In the early evening finished Nadja by Andre Breton. I am short of patience, and I am sure I did not give the book the attention it deserves as it is very French, prone to drawn out sentences,...

Wintry morning, and Sussex hit quite badly by a bit of snow, closing schools and leaving people stranded overnight on the motorway into Brighton from London. This did mean that Lorraine could work from home, choosing to do an endless report on a school which took her all day. I finished, putting in several more hours, the pesky freelance job, made difficult by a mushy brain brought on by a extremely bad night's sleep. Good, professional client called David. This helps immensely. A bit of simple politeness and a willingness to listen on both sides can help get great results. Out to a meeting nearby this afternoon, and the snowy streets starting to thaw. Walked up the hill following a group of boys scooping snow off cars and menacing each other with it. One appraised me with a handful of snow, but sensibly thought the better of it. I had to nix the journey to Chichester to see Clameur performed. Tiredness, and reinvigorated prostatitis meant the prospect enduring...