sovay: (I Claudius)
sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2022-04-30 08:30 pm

It's such a strange job, playing blackjack on the deck

Yesterday was very full of doctors. Afterward I fell over. Today has been spent mostly in the same mode. It's very frustrating. I spent this entire month so exhausted that I had run out of clever ways to describe it even before I got sick. I don't seem to have any kind of energy at all. I did have things I'd like to be doing.

Courtesy of [personal profile] dhampyresa: [personal profile] sunflower_auction, a fanworks auction raising funds for humanitarian aid in Ukraine.

Courtesy of [personal profile] yhlee: World Unite for Ukraine, an international fundraiser partnered with the U.S.-Ukraine Foundation.

I am for the third year a tradition on classicist Tumblr. I have also been incorporated into a collage. I feel like I have a legacy. This ghost poem I did not write for Lucan is also pretty great.

I loved Winifred Holtby's South Riding (1936) and now have a much harder time taking the ending of the film, with apologies to Ralph Richardson, at all seriously.

The explosively fuchsia ground cover that looked from a distance like a shag carpet crossed with a baking soda volcano turned out to be phlox.

thisbluespirit: (reading)

[personal profile] thisbluespirit 2022-05-01 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry about all the doctors (but not Doctors, which might have been even more stressful, but at least more entertaining), and about the falling over. ♥

Those are beautiful flowers, and also I am glad you enjoyed South Riding! (As I think I said before, I cannot remember much about it, but enough to suggest I probably should have read it later and appreciated it more.)