sunday morning

[diony]

The cold I was holding off with sheer willpower for the week around my Montreal trip has finally caught up with me, so yesterday was spent mostly asleep aside from celebrations of my daughter's birthday (cake, presents, sushi), and today is looking somewhat the same. It is a long, long time since I have had time and space to sleep as much as my body demands, and in a sense I am enjoying it (and grateful to my husband for taking on the care of both children), but also it is deeply irritating, when there is so much I wish to read, write, see, think, do. Every silver lining with its own cloud, I suppose.

I just finished Antonia Fraser's Quiet as a Nun. It was not very good, unfortunately, but I am trying the next one (The Wild Island) anyway. So far the prose is better, at least.