crying 'bide, lady, bide!'

In which Fiona reflects on the oddities of life.

I have, for once, fallen ill at a convenient time. Because classes don't start until Tuesday, I can sit around my room huddled under blankets instead of slogging through classwork and such. I am of course annoyed - nay, infuriated - that I cannot go out in the beautiful clear autumn afternoon, but quite honestly I don't trust myself to be aware enough of my surroundings to cross a street, and I'm much better off in bed with a cup of tea reading Thomas the Rhymer. Again. 1) Because it is a delicious book, with words and glorious images and songs enough to fill my music-deprived soul (nope, still no practice time), and 2) because my only other reading material at this point is the Trial and Death of Socrates. In Greek. While it is a fascinating document, I simply don't have the vocabulary to understand more than one word in five without a dictionary. So, to Elflyn land it is.

crying 'bide, lady, bide!'

In which Fiona reflects on the oddities of life.

I have, for once, fallen ill at a convenient time. Because classes don't start until Tuesday, I can sit around my room huddled under blankets instead of slogging through classwork and such. I am of course annoyed - nay, infuriated - that I cannot go out in the beautiful clear autumn afternoon, but quite honestly I don't trust myself to be aware enough of my surroundings to cross a street, and I'm much better off in bed with a cup of tea reading Thomas the Rhymer. Again. 1) Because it is a delicious book, with words and glorious images and songs enough to fill my music-deprived soul (nope, still no practice time), and 2) because my only other reading material at this point is the Trial and Death of Socrates. In Greek. While it is a fascinating document, I simply don't have the vocabulary to understand more than one word in five without a dictionary. So, to Elflyn land it is.