Monday, I walk on the Queen's Road, it's cold. I decided to go in the sun, I cross. There is now an air of spring, I feel the sun on my back.
My parcel has not arrived. Too bad, I go to Chinese. I sit by the window like a kitten. The windows are dirty and hungry but I feel good dishes. I take all my time, I read quietly I just got carried away by Himiltrude, Ber, and Hildegarde. It's a little too hot but it's nice ...
Wednesday, a nasty episode from my past comes back like a boomerang. I have a stomach ache. I decided to face, to look into his eyes without emotion. I'm proud of myself. I fought with coolness, calmness and dignity. I took my responsibilities, without pathos. I could have fought, I preferred not to move the dirty mud. They say the best revenge is forgiveness. I do not feel the need either to forgive or to avenge myself. The dice are thrown and I turned their backs. The book is closed, locked.
Friday, the job get drunk. The company bores me. This is where the patio door?
Saturday, I warm my resolutions. I was at the market: and hop in my basket (and then hop into the net below the stroller), chestnut honey, small biscuits Stubli, basil, organic Riesling ... The koala took the opportunity to sow his cap, his shoes, and even a sock. And here I am in a chat with a nice middle-class, concierge, an old gentleman "oh yes he is cute, oh yes he has beautiful eyes, oh yes he is teething, oh yes it is always too hot, oh yes he is wise, oh yes he did only 11 months, oh yes it is great "... ...
Sunday: I would have started the 2011 Book Diary. I look through my reading of the last 12 months. And if I made a small list?
Reading "mashmallow" The nominees are: the Pancol and Miss Charity.
Reading "I laughed": "Far from what? "Laurent Sagalovitsch and" Sheila Levine is Dead and Living and NY. Reading
emotion: "The grief and grace," "The Year of Magical Thinking"
Reading "better than Prozac": "The conflict, the woman's mother." Elizabeth Badinter. No, I was no, I'm not abnormal or crazy or unworthy.
I just finished the first book in 2011. I'm in this phase between two books, when I left to regret the characters, plot, atmosphere and I still can not attach myself to another story. These early pages in which these new characters, still strangers, leave me cold and then there will be this shift when I let them take my hand and adopt me ... but here right now, I'm going to dive under the duvet ...
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