I really don’t know where I’m going at the minute. But unlike all the other times I remember saying that, it’s not scaring me. Because I feel in control, roughly, and even when I think about it all now there’s no uncomfortable hindsight. Maybe later. It’s hanging by a thread right now, or a moment, and it can’t stay up there forever, but right now I’m happy with however long it’s got. And the knowledge that, this year, there will still be something left when I get home from my two weeks of manic Greek… that knowledge is better than anything.
So last night I tidied my room while Chris read me Winnie the Pooh, ahee. Then I worked on a laundry-room cupboard and listened to How The Elephant Got Its Trunk, which involved a lot of spanking and ’satiable curtiosity. Then we watched House, then we had an impromptu sleepover thing which involved watching the only Yes Minister I’ve already seen and quite a lot of Python sketches. Good stuff.
I was just working through this Nathanson concert from yesterday, splitting it up into songs, and he’s got this new one called Come On Get Higher, which is so similar to DMB’s Crash Into Me that for the opening chords I just wasn’t sure which it was. And it’s similar in tone too - soft, gentle and entirely about sex, but with a lot of simple innocence there as well. That combination I’ve only ever heard before on Crash Into Me, but he’s managed it here too, and I like it rather a lot.
Mum’s gone to fetch Dad from the airport, he’s just arriving back from his sailing trip to France, and when they get home I’m off to fetch Lou and we shall amuse ourselves for a few hours (with Paul!) before going out with Stu for a bit, what with it being his birthday on Wednesday and us not actually seeing him since getting back last week, woe. So yes. Before then, I think I need a shower.
