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Last day of the holidays
Oct. 13th, 2008 01:11 pm...which have passed rather quickly, though not as quickly as I'd feared. Neither were they as I'd expected them to be, mostly due to the cancellation of our stay in Bodrum, but it's been a thoroughly relaxing time, shamelessly wasted on reading, watching DVDs and other completely unproductive acitivities. Unproductive but highly enjoyable, I might add.
Janine went home on Thursday, so we had a whole week together, which was fantastic despite the lack of outdoor activity and the bout of virus-induced misery.
I just hope I'll be able to settle back easily into my usual waking-and-sleeping rhythm, because the last ten days have been spent according to my very own rhythm, which means going to bed at 2 a.m. and sleeping till past 9 a.m. Tomorrow I'll have to get up at 5.30, which frankly makes me shudder. Then again, the working week will only have 4 days, there'll be lots of work to be caught up on, so I guess the change won't be too painful. Let's see.
Among other absolutely useless things, I watched the complete Ocean trilogy (in one go of course) - had forgotten most of Ocean's 11, and hadn't seen the other two. 11 is delightful, 12 less so, and 13 almost as brilliant as 11. I also re-watched The Rock, which completely satisfied my craving for sweaty men in camouflage fatigues, helicopters, explosions and military high-tech gear in general. Yes, I do have a weakness for such things, from time to time.
Also re-read Small Gods, which I have to re-read on a more or less regular basis, because it's just SO good. And I just started on John Foster Wallace's Things Can Only Get Better. I discovered him through An Utterly Impartial History of Britain and, because I loved his style, looked up what else he'd written. Of course I do know things about contemporary English history, but since England is a country I like and am interested in, I'm pretty eager to deepen my knowledge. Wallace's way of handling what could be, in less skilled hands, an utterly boring subject helps combine the pleasant with the useful.
And now I suppose I'll get something to eat, because I still haven't ingested anything except tea and coffee.
Janine went home on Thursday, so we had a whole week together, which was fantastic despite the lack of outdoor activity and the bout of virus-induced misery.
I just hope I'll be able to settle back easily into my usual waking-and-sleeping rhythm, because the last ten days have been spent according to my very own rhythm, which means going to bed at 2 a.m. and sleeping till past 9 a.m. Tomorrow I'll have to get up at 5.30, which frankly makes me shudder. Then again, the working week will only have 4 days, there'll be lots of work to be caught up on, so I guess the change won't be too painful. Let's see.
Among other absolutely useless things, I watched the complete Ocean trilogy (in one go of course) - had forgotten most of Ocean's 11, and hadn't seen the other two. 11 is delightful, 12 less so, and 13 almost as brilliant as 11. I also re-watched The Rock, which completely satisfied my craving for sweaty men in camouflage fatigues, helicopters, explosions and military high-tech gear in general. Yes, I do have a weakness for such things, from time to time.
Also re-read Small Gods, which I have to re-read on a more or less regular basis, because it's just SO good. And I just started on John Foster Wallace's Things Can Only Get Better. I discovered him through An Utterly Impartial History of Britain and, because I loved his style, looked up what else he'd written. Of course I do know things about contemporary English history, but since England is a country I like and am interested in, I'm pretty eager to deepen my knowledge. Wallace's way of handling what could be, in less skilled hands, an utterly boring subject helps combine the pleasant with the useful.
And now I suppose I'll get something to eat, because I still haven't ingested anything except tea and coffee.
