2010 — 30 May: Sunday
As midnight has just this minute gone whizzing by, I'm heading for bed. I'm absolutely exhausted. Quite how one chap on his own can have so much stuff in a single dwelling place is a total mystery to me. Mind you, I ordered some CDs a few hours ago that I've been impatiently waiting for since (I kid you not) 1983. Finally, the complete1 Jackson Heights back-catalogue, and also an affordable copy of the second Buggles album (instead of an over-priced Japanese import pressing) are now available. Plus, I've treated myself to the remastered double CD anniversary edition of King Crimson's "Lizard". Magic. Total magic.
G'night.
For reasons that...
... need not detain us here, I was tracking down the phrase "an ill woodwind that nobody blows good" (which I recall from an early Ian Fleming Bond book) and I fell down this high-end audio hole. Amazing.
Way past breakfast time (it's already 11:54) but I'm retired, you know. The BBC World Service is wittering on about celibacy and priests. I think I shall twitch the dial (which is actually a button, of course).
Much later
Well, I have to say that clearing out Christa's study has proved quite eye-watering at times — sometimes just from the dust! :-)
Time (16:22) for the next six cartons to go off-site. [Pause] Home again. This is simply fabulous. [Pause] This is, too. But I'd better make a bite to eat before I collapse in a quivering heap trying to deliver the next batch of cartons. Somehow it's now 18:53... it snuck2 up on me.
Sometimes, I...
... almost freak myself out. Bad enough to have kept, and found, that ticket stub for "V for Vendetta". But I've just found the envelope that a bunch of tourist info was in. Christa had been researching New York for our holiday trip to Carol (in Croton-on-Hudson) in the autumn of 1996. I had indeed correctly remembered the "American typewriter" font I mentioned yesterday. I didn't realise, however, that this...
... is actually a registered trademark. Time (20:53) to take the last batch of cartons for today. This is hard work.
I'm about ready to declare an end to the day. I've spent the last half hour emailing my chum Val in Stockholm and supping a jolly well-earned cuppa, all to the musical choices of Guy Garvey. I must say, it's a neat way to wind down at the end of a day / week / whatever. And Mike, who is looking forward to the resumption of our country walks, has invited me to give up carton stuffing for a while and come over for a film and a meal tomorrow evening, which will be grand. It's 23:29 and the shades of night etc etc. :-)