holding breath
Sep. 6th, 2007 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensHave appointment with GP on Friday morning. Would rather like it if my ears cleared up before then, even if it left me with little to report. Would like it very much.
The current influx of queries at work seems to have died down a bit the last few weeks; probably because the people who would be sending them in are all on holiday. It won't last.
9 days till my birthday. Where does the time go?
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Impression du Matin
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold
Changed to a Harmony in gray:
A barge with ochre-colored hay
Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold
The yellow fog came creeping down
The bridges, till the houses' walls
Seemed changed to shadows, and St. Paul's
Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.
Then suddenly arose the clang
Of waking life; the streets were stirred
With country waggons: and a bird
Flew to the glistening roofs and sang.
But one pale woman all alone,
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamp's flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.
-- Oscar Wilde
The current influx of queries at work seems to have died down a bit the last few weeks; probably because the people who would be sending them in are all on holiday. It won't last.
9 days till my birthday. Where does the time go?
---
Impression du Matin
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold
Changed to a Harmony in gray:
A barge with ochre-colored hay
Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold
The yellow fog came creeping down
The bridges, till the houses' walls
Seemed changed to shadows, and St. Paul's
Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.
Then suddenly arose the clang
Of waking life; the streets were stirred
With country waggons: and a bird
Flew to the glistening roofs and sang.
But one pale woman all alone,
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamp's flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.
-- Oscar Wilde
