housekeeping

Labour Day weekend has always been the most bittersweet of holidays for me, especially as I've spent most of my life as either a student or teacher. You'd think that now, with my kids going back to school and not me and the prospect of being able to get back to work properly I'd be over the moon ... but I hate structure, much as I seem to need it. I seem to be in a state of mild panic for ten months of the year, running at least five minutes late and always forgetting something. I also think that that many years of conditioning can't be undone just like that.

To overcome the seasonal angst, absolutely nothing is planned. The weather is beautiful, I have a diverting and funny Nick Hornby novel thanks to the recommendation of Swamp Grrl, even if it is about four people on the verge of committing suicide. (And I'm not surprised to see it's already in pre-film-production considering the success of both High Fidelity and About A Boy.) I have spent the afternoon at the kitchen table, tinkering with my sidebar, re-organizing it a bit and adding a couple of audio toys while drinking tea from my favourite tea-time-at-the-bordello cup. After all, I have to keep up with the Joneses (a couple of my favourite blogs), and though I chose music to suit my melancholy mood this time, I spent enough time adding videos to my videocure.com collection that I'll be able to assault their ears properly next time.

And finally, I have added something light to small art. Time to go and not make dinner.