I can't tell you what today is like, because I'm still on the day before, sitting here not-quite-warm-enough-but-unwilling-to-do-anything-about-it, waiting until it's time to go somewhere else; the sky beyond glass looking bad-tempered as clouds do their best to wash this or that or everything away—the sun has abandoned us. All things considered (because it is always good to consider all things), it's actually a perfectly fine way to end a week: rinse, repeat.
A PIECE OF POEM:
Because I enjoy thinking about the universe as floorboards, and because I like you more than most.
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
I'm not particularly keen on the expression 'biting off more than you can chew', and in fact I'd probably go as far as disliking it, but I've definitely been doing a lot of chewing these last two weeks.
My next book has fifty-one chapters, and I've been allowed (it turns out everybody who works at Penguin is shockingly lovely) to hand-letter the titles for each one (unexpectedly time-consuming, and this decision will no doubt come back to haunt me if the book is translated into other languages). So, there was that. They are also letting me get my hands all over the cover for the book, which has an end-of-this-month deadline. It is quite bizarre to carefully write out your own name, take a brush and some ink to it, knowing that it's going to be sitting on the front of however many copies of this book you have created.
Actually, bizarre doesn't even cover it (pun incredibly intended).
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
Paintings by Toronto-based artist Toni Hamel.
The end.
By the time one of these happens again it will be June, which is an alarming thought.
(Then again, I'm not sure if there is ever any use in finding the passing of time alarming, because it's relative and constructed and whatever else, but we sure do like to remain perpetually surprised by its apparent disregard for our tightly-woven schedules, surprised by its persistence.)
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