Longer Time

Nearly two weeks away, I've actually really missed writing this, and have felt very guilty for not doing so. A sister with a computer and an internet connection is a very useful thing, and I didn't even have to bribe her. Life, of course, got in the way, as it should sometimes. Journey home was good, I treated myself to sweets, and unfortunately have continued treating myself for the last week. That's the problem with coming home, there is plenty of food on offer, and especially at Christmas, tins of quality street seem to magically appear as do boxes of biscuits and tubes of crisps. Very, very bad for the someone on the calorie wagon.

Even worse, figure wise that is, is the amount of books I have had time to read. I've recently re-discovered the pleasure of a library, rather than the necessity of one, and have borrowed and devoured a huge amount of books. I've remembered how much I love reading just as a pleasure. Even if the library books in some cases were slightly suspiciously stained and faintly unusual smelling. It's part of the experience though. Books, chocolate and a warm bed, bliss.

It's always a slightly melancholy time, the end days of December as the light fades on another year. As I get older, there are more years to look back on and to marvel at how long ago somethings were in real time, but not in remembered time. Anniversaries come with a shock. Nearly 2008, ten years ago, I couldn't quite believe it was 1998. Strangely enough, I was new at university then, and find myself again this time round the same. There's a saying for that somewhere, but I'll leave it unsaid.

Pen and paper calls for the next week or more, sister is away (so unfair) so no computer. I'll enjoy life some more, and bid another year farewell.