Ho hum. Spent the weekend in London with my cousin's family because she's great and I was neglecting family even worse than friends during the thesis. Pleasant. She has a fantastic baby that has figured out how to snap its fingers at the age of nine months; according to the parents this is exceptional behaviour and I see no reason to disbelieve them.
Otherwise, little enough to say. The problem with a situation like mine is that living in anticipation means not living all that efficiently in the present, which is one of the same drawbacks as living in recrimination, which I've also tried. I believe my plan when all this started again was to ignore it and concentrate on other things, which is not a bad strategy most of the time, but a lousy strategy when the clocks go forward and I lie awake for an extra hour. One thing is undeniable though: it's working wonders creatively . . . I never took the idea seriously before but I suppose some people, one way or another, really can be inspiring muse-y types.
I'm going to the gym and working all those pesky 'thought' things right out of my hair.