This is not a drill. It’s taken a while for me to clock this. When I wake in the dark to the sound of mewling, it occasionally takes a good 15 seconds for me to work through the thought processes; ‘why is there a cat in my room?’ Did we buy a cat?’ No. […]
feeding a crowd
I understand now why the UN counts sleep deprivation as a form of torture. I have seen its inky depths up close and I have named it. It was during one pitch of a night when I first saw the clock trace its way past every number, when my hand had long ago learned how […]
It’s pumpkin time. It’s what they said to Cinderella. The clock struck midnight. The party is over. It’s time for it all to come to a close. Nb, if someone could pass that message onto the large-burnished-winter-squash-sized stowaway that’s continually strumming on a a nerve that connects to my upper right thigh-I’d be most […]
I had grand plans for this dish. I had visions of placing the lion’s share of it into methodically labelled tupperware and embarking on the ‘Winter is coming’ process of stocking of the freezer. A nesting woman and a label maker is a dangerous combination. I present to you exhibit a) And yet, it never […]
There are skills I must gain in the next five weeks. I could be wrong on these, but my instincts are telling me the following: I need to learn how to maintain sufficient sanity on minimal sleep (def: sufficient sanity; enough that at the end of the day everyone is alive). I need to […]