copious spare time

A quiet day. Slept in. Woke up. Did washing. Bought courgettes. (Sorry. Zucchini.)

Sometimes days are like that.

Appear to be planning to return to Ambermush for some rp. In copious spare time. Oh well. ;)

Hm. Meeting scheduled for Tuesday. Must make sure that I tidy up flat on Monday evening, if I want to invite people round for coffee afterwards in order to show off the place.

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March

The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath;
The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below.
Spring -- that corn-fed, husky milkmaid --
Is busy at her chores with never a letup.

The snow is wasting (pernicious anemia --
See those branching veinlets of impotent blue?)
Yet in the cowbarn life is burbling, steaming,
And the tines of pitchforks simply glow with health.

These days -- these days, and these nights also!
With eavesdrop thrumming its tattoos at noon,
With icicles (cachectic!) hanging on to gables,
And with the chattering of rills that never sleep!

All doors are flung open -- in stable and in cowbarn;
Pigeons peck at oats fallen in the snow;
And the culprit of all this and its life-begetter--
The pile of manure -- is pungent with ozone.

-- Boris Pasternak