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22:02

I’m currently reading Zadie Smith’s On Beauty. The book is marred by a faint (if constant) whiff of hysteria which I’m finding rather unappealing despite the novel’s veneer of congenial humour and sly take on family and academia. I am not sure I’ll finish the book but I cannot really pinpoint why.

Meanwhile, my thoughts go out to my friends in New Zealand. Most of my friends are North Islanders but I’m still rattled by the Christchurch earthquake. Friends of friends are still missing. I’m not a religious person, so I cannot pray, but I can at least sit here and hope for good tidings.

Finally, on a personal note, things are a bit rough at the moment for one reason or another. I’m trying to find joy in small things but even this exercise is becoming somewhat sluggish. Perhaps the long winter is getting to me. Perhaps I just need to make my peace with some relatively big chunks of my life. I don’t know. Solutions/answers to the usual address, please.

6 Thoughts on “22:02

  1. It is February. This is the worst month of the year, always. I was once given a prozac prescription in February – but I didn’t take any! I wish I had a solution to offer you, but it gets to me too, so all I can suggest is that you are kind to yourself and allow yourself some treats – even if it is something tiny like a bag of chocolate buttons or a silly pair of socks with penguins all over (topshop if you are interested!) Chin up honey! ;)

  2. Roobeedoo is right about the February blues. Thankfully February has only a few days left. March may be cold and windy but somehow it feels that much nearer to Spring and is therefore less depressing. My only solutions: get the candles lit, make hot chocolate and watch good films. Stroking wool helps too!

  3. Am right there with you re: Zadie Smith and am also very familiar with the (seasonal?) malaise you mention. My only suggestion is to get outside as much as poss. Even in shite weather it seems to help.

  4. February is awful. The only thing I can forgive February for is bringing March – and thus Spring – that little bit closer. I second the getting outside suggestion. Hibernating is all too easy but fresh air and marvelling at the flowers beginning to sprout after what seems like an eternity of grey is good for body and mind. It helps me, at least. Be well.

  5. I am getting a banh mi for lunch to cure my crabbiness. Perhaps you can do the same?

  6. Hugs sweetheart. My frivolous suggestion is paint your toenails in the brightest shade you can lay your hands on.

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