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underneath the sweetgum tree
Nov. 20th, 2006 09:06 pm( One word is better than homework. )
And now to eke out a little bit of work before I get into my warm comfy beckoning bed. My room's a little messy (piles collect in the corner by the mirror, books and sweaters) but it's so bright and warm now that I gave in and closed the winter against the bitter smokey cold for a little bit. I'm not doing too well with this impending winter. Maybe I just need to find better sweaters and establish a disciplined thesis-work routine, gear up for it. As it stands I feel like fall slipped between my fingers with its inconstant weather and now winter will dig in til the vernal equinox. I guess the challenge is to just be with the temperature drops and hardening earth around me instead of projecting months ahead to no good effect. Tell myself mythological stories about hoary gods and old old goddesses, maybe.
And now to eke out a little bit of work before I get into my warm comfy beckoning bed. My room's a little messy (piles collect in the corner by the mirror, books and sweaters) but it's so bright and warm now that I gave in and closed the winter against the bitter smokey cold for a little bit. I'm not doing too well with this impending winter. Maybe I just need to find better sweaters and establish a disciplined thesis-work routine, gear up for it. As it stands I feel like fall slipped between my fingers with its inconstant weather and now winter will dig in til the vernal equinox. I guess the challenge is to just be with the temperature drops and hardening earth around me instead of projecting months ahead to no good effect. Tell myself mythological stories about hoary gods and old old goddesses, maybe.
