Just realised that whenever my life is exceptionally quiet or exceptionally exciting, I default to reading Dick Francis books. So when I need pace by proxy it’s there, and when I need something easy to follow – also there.
But it does make me realise that right now I’m reading a lot of Dick Francis so either my life is too quiet, or not quiet enough. Not quiet enough would be my bet.
Tore apart some old furniture last night to make room for a desk I can actually work at. I’m in two minds about it – very excited to be prepping for study again, but also wondering how many of my braincells are still kicking around and whether I can do this. Very therapeutic though, kicking old chipboard to bits.
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