Oooh you're a naughty mess

i am always doing that which i can not do, in order that i may learn how to do it.

pablo p.

indeed...feeling much better for a day's confinement/ a cpl more and i think i'll make a significant improvement/ it's a beautiful winters morning, hard, bright and crisp, cold pastel colours and pale gold sunlight/ finished hem. and started scott fitz., tender is the night / it is a fine book, the opening few chapters full of restrained, poetic sentences but they are little more than decoration as it does begin flatly/ reading a moveable feast explains this/ scott was having trouble with a jealous wife who was eventually committed/ until he knew she was insane, quoth hem., he couldn't work/ but what a gift/