So Tired

A.S Byatt British Author

photo of Wayson Choy Vancouver Author

I am so tired tonight. Mary Ellen and Jacquie cooked me a beautiful curry supper and made carrot cake from their garden. They made me chai and sat me down to two good movies.

Since Tim left I am reading and working. I have devoured a book by Oliver Sachs called Uncle Tungsten. I consumed Wayson Choy's All That Matters about Vancouver Chinatown and old China. I have sunk into A.S. Byatt's Black Book of Stories and I have been introduced to Shawna Singh Baldwin. Tonight should see the end of these. Tomorrow I drown myself in Paul Bowles. I may never surface.

I spent so much time burning yesterday that these fingers actually have burns on them and a nicotine coloured shadow. I hope Bren can download my photos soon.

Tommorrow Fariba is dragging me Gallery hopping. Christine is dragging out the Bar B and is spoiling me on Saturday. Wine, lamb and excellent company. I am never this social when Tim is home and I think that will have to change.

Life would be perfect if the garbage strike ended and the fruit flys flew away!