Today is the first day in ages when it's sunny and not raining. It is a Friday, however, which means that I'm sitting indoors, at work. At least there's T.S.Eliot to keep me company, and quite amusing and edifying company at the moment, I must say.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
I still have sore muscles in my legs, which sadly isn't because I've been excercising in any way, but probably because I've had to wrap myself around a cat in the bed for the past week. He insists on curling up in the crook of my knees in the evening, and just grows in length and witdh during the night so I end up hanging halfway out of bed by morning. And of course it is impossible to ask a cuddly, purring cat not to lie in your bed at night, warming your feet.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
I dared last night, and dyed my hair again; it's now a nice reddish mahagonny. I just wish the colour hadn't dyed my scalp as well, it looks weirdly spotted. But I guess that will come off in a few days, as will the smell of chemicals.
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
The roses would need a few days of warmth and sunshine as much as myself. The peonies, however, are again in their striking bloom, red and white and pink and so heavy with flowers that they bend to the ground. I picked two flowers today and brought them with me to work; if I can't be outside, I'll bring outside inside with me.