January 7, 2008

Holiday mode is

slinking around the house in sleepwear all day

being unchained to the clock/diary

children in the house: noise, noise, noise

languid reading on the couch, lolling a la Gatsby’s Daisy Buchanan

sapping heat, flies, vigilance against mossies

peeling sunburn in long thin strips

dog-walking timetabled around temperature instead of around appointments

time to dip into my own novel