…behind me all the time…behind me all the tiiiiiiimmme.
(apologies to Eddy Murphy)
Had brunch at Nanny’s house…which is pretty remarkable that she put together a decent little brunch at 90. My mum helped her a whole lot, of course, but it was still impressive.
But…I came back and it was back to binding and minimalism c/o Reuland (2001) and Hornstein (2006). *siiiigh*
My desk featuring all articles pertaining to my paper (those stacked on top of piles) and other articles pertaining to other projects (lower in said stacks):
You will notice at the end bottles of essential oils (concentration and relaxation), vitamins (because I will get sick after all this is done…it is the way of things), and a knitting blog on my monitor (busted).
This is me upon returning to this mess:
There’s nothing for it. Just elbow grease and the will to carry on.
But I have support…all I have to do is very carefully turn my chair:
She lays with her head on a stack of articles with a knitting book on top and supports me in the fight. Thanks Curls.