[food, plague] noting a sadness
May. 1st, 2020 04:17 pmSome time ago -- I can't remember if it was 2019, or whether it went back as far as 2018 -- I made, in my scratchpad, the following list.
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Usually, for my birthday, Adam and I go to Vanilla Black; that's clearly not happening this year, and nor is either the party I'd began tentatively planning (in a rendered-habitable mouldering ancestral pile, post-PhD draft) or the obvious fallback (afternoon tea at home with guests, with the excuse to bake lots of bits of treats and snacks, which we'd never ordinarily eat up in time otherwise, and the PhD nowhere near hand-in yet).
For Some Reason, this year I'm feeling a bit adrift. ( Read more... )
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Usually, for my birthday, Adam and I go to Vanilla Black; that's clearly not happening this year, and nor is either the party I'd began tentatively planning (in a rendered-habitable mouldering ancestral pile, post-PhD draft) or the obvious fallback (afternoon tea at home with guests, with the excuse to bake lots of bits of treats and snacks, which we'd never ordinarily eat up in time otherwise, and the PhD nowhere near hand-in yet).
For Some Reason, this year I'm feeling a bit adrift. ( Read more... )