"Cancer Horoscope for week of December 3, 2009: Lately you remind me of the person Robert Hass describes in his poem "Time and Materials": "someone falling down and getting up and running and falling and getting up." I'm sending you my compassion for the times you fall down, and my admiration for the times you get up, and my excitement for the times you run. It has probably become clear to you by now that the falling down isn't a shameful thing to be cursed, but rather is an instrumental part of the learning process that is teaching you marvelous secrets about getting back up and running."
Seriously, I could have a little less falling down, okay? (And note this one, wechsler: think it applies well to your week, too.)
Other news. Third pair of formerly waterproof shoes has developed a leak, meaning I'm down to two remaining pairs.
Uh, what else. It was sunny today and J and I went to Wimbledon Common and went for a walk. We went through the Wimbledon high street and it was extraordinarily upscale, like the fantasy of what an English town's high street would look like rather than the reality - in some ways, a bit like other bits of Europe, maybe Paris. Wimbledon was so posh that while walking through the Common, I found a lost cashmere glove, in a lovely taupe color. I rescued it and soon it will be the new holder for my phone, possibly minus a few fingers and with a nice cross-stitch decoration added to juice it up.
The walk was nice, the commute back less so though we did manage to get our shopping done - in Putney, of all places, as we went back by train. I probably should have walked more than I did but I appear to be fighting off a low-grade cold and my energy levels aren't so great, which is unfortunate because really, this place is a sty still (well, the bedroom is) and I could really do with spending a good hour putting away laundry - only I don't know what to do with all of my space -sucking winter clothes, because they just will not fit in my chest of drawers. Boo.