I've passed through the ten thousand word pain barrier, the first time since 2002. My health is good though my sleep pattern has been slightly erratic lately. Not getting much of it. My sister is having difficulties with Nathaniel, her son. He's not yet two and creates havoc. It's difficult to control him, especially if he's being so destructive. Hopefully, when he grows a little older and is able to articulate himself he'll calm down. Yasmin is the model niece, thoughtful, clever. I can't help thinking she's going to make something of her life. Perhaps she'll become an actress or, instead of me, be the writer of the family.
Not much on the love front. I have basked for too long in solitude, you know. Part of my condition, granted, but the warmth of human intimacy is growing more alien by the day. Which is worrying. Half of me thinks how much I would lose by falling in love. It's not something one does consciously anyway. Attachments form despite themselves, don't they? Or because of themselves. Because love provides more meaning than loneliness?
Nothing to do with Love, chief, but I have spent my day wisely at work and looked up that Cronenberg film we couldn't remember the title of the other night. 'Rabid' was the one we were grasping for.
Posted by: Jim | December 29, 2005 at 06:41 AM
Come on mate - time for another update, surely? Or have you gone on holiday already?
Posted by: Jim | January 24, 2006 at 05:36 AM