Monday 30 April 2012: A Commonplace Day
Nothing of tiniest worth
Have I wrought, pondered, planned; no one thing asking blame or
Since the pale corpse-like birth
Of this diurnal unit, bearing blanks in all its rays -
Dullest of dull-hued Days!
Wanly upon the panes
The rain slides as have slid since morn my colourless thoughts; and
Here, while Day's presence wanes,
And over him the sepulchre-lid is slowly lowered and set,
He wakens my regret.
From A Commonplace Day by Thomas Hardy
Not entirely true as I did sort the laundry, put on the washing machine, then changed the water in the Tadpools and filled five birdfeeders but in the grand scheme of things these are not considered to be Work. It was a chilly, driech day all the same and better spent with a nice mug of real coffee and a book.
I'll be backblipping the missing days and hope to catch up on comments soon.