under another sun

Another dreadful night's sleep, strange devil trains dragging along the viaduct in the small hours, cleaning the lines and shining bright lights through the Velux windows. Lorraine up early so I was too being cat-plagued and keen to make progress. Calliope especially sees it as her mission to wake me still. I got to Sainsburys at opening time to buy some muesli for me and prawns for Calliope, and started work at 8:30. Got cracking on the business book again, which I enjoyed. This stage is all about metaphor and the darker arts of advertising. Found that my hardback copy of Aristotle's Poetics seems to have vanished, but downloaded one for my kindle (albeit an old translation). At noon I was called by the Tavistock posse and asked to work in the afternoon on some copy for them, however, which added some cash to the day's equation which is always welcome. Claudius came around for a business discussion, related to The Shakespeare 'Heptet' as they are now known. ...

Lorraine working from home this morning, which was nice, although it did involve her reading case studies from a bundle of educational books, two of which made her cry lots.  I pressed on a with the business book, and tentatively arranging some freelance next week. Went to the gym again at lunchtime, and was really pleased to have a much better time of it. Managed 30 minutes on the cross trainer, which was almost three times better than Wednesday. Felt buoyed by this. Spoke to mum, whose half brother Alex is in hospital very ill with a mystery bug. Gripped by a strange nostalgia, instead of working assiduously in the afternoon, I simply listened to Hunky Dory, Ziggy Stardust and Aladdin Sane by David Bowie. Although I remain a fan of Bowie's Berlin and plastic soul periods, these early works had yielded great singles but I wasn't particularly bothered by the albums. A mistake, I discover 40 years later, as they are very rewarding. I'd forgotten, for example, the fabul...