under another sun

Mindy and a tofu pocket Pottering again today. More stuff with Amazon, and now have an amazon page for the book. Amazon are unwieldy when it comes to selling books. Also working on the In Praise of Music piece for Matt during the day. Mindy was having her photo taken by Adrian Turner, for a project he is doing for a charity on breast cancer, and so came to stay. She attended the shoot, came back to my place and cried, as she had found confronting her new self image difficult. Her last reconstruction surgery was only a few weeks ago. However after a hug, a chamomile tea and a mooch about in town she was much more cheerful. Had a tasty vegetarian meal in Food for Friends (tofu pockets, and some indian vegetarian platter) and then a slow drink in the Basketmakers talking about drama both real dramas (which her life is currently chock full of) and the writing for theatre course she is about to embark on. Home for more virtuous chamomile and then bed. Some rogue vegetable lodged in a tofu p...

Down Mix of hypochondria and depression. Seething heartburn (not something I am prone to) plus having pulled a chest muscle over my heart meant that I sampled a range of stabbing chest pains at four in the morning. Dead tired but wide awake for half the night, with Calliope barging about excitedly with round eyes. Full moon sending us both crazy. First order from Amazon Advantage today (even though the page is not fully up yet). After doing some billing, worked on a poem, I spent the day feeling over hot, lethargic and unable to string two thoughts together. Walked up the hill to feed Anton's cats, the second time in greasy rain, but with keys. Deadheaded dripping roses. Talked to Lorraine about how rubbish I felt. Bed. London tomorrow.