annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Maybe it's late Sad and tired and lonely. Some days are like that, I guess. Well I know, there's no guessing about it. This too will pass, yadda yadda. Yawn. Probably tired is the key thing. Must remember to work out how to be nice to myself when I'm tired instead of compounding it. Haven't done anything towards our holiday and Sara's gone out on the raz tonight, but really, what's to do? Bung a couple of sarongs and a swimming costume in a bag, maybe a dress, a towel, some knickers - how long can that take? Sara's taking art stuff, I shall take notebooks. Doesn't seem real. I keep getting flashes of joy about the new life that awaits me - the post-maternal years. We are lucky, indeed privileged to have such time. In fact, when you think about it, us women are doubly rewarded for our inherent goodness - our orgasms are for pure pleasure, nothing to do with reproduction, just for fun, plus we are the only group of creatures to live on, often for decades, after our reproductive years are done. So we are duty bound to make the most of it, don't you think? I have a book somewhere, a good old feminist/hippy tome about the goddess and the older woman, but I can't seem to find it. It's not about wearing a red hat and a purple shirt which don't match, I know that much. Grateful for: a sleeping cat; toast and honey; comments; a good read - Sophie Hannah's latest has kept me out of the pub; cheap Greek baccy from Ren Sleep well xxx 1:23 a.m. - 31/08/2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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