If you're happy and you know it, go to bed and let me be

I had just finished up something on my computer. I was going to move out to the couch. I am not moving out to the couch. See if you can spot the reasons.





It didn't fit into the previous post and it doesn't fit into this one, but spatch took a picture of me this afternoon that I really liked. It had great afternoon-blinds lighting.

( When you said you'd wait, did you know I'm always late? )

I may be trapped at my desk forever.

Subliminal curse, shaking me, shaking you

spatch, listening to me watch TV: "Lord grant me the confidence of the person who says 'But Lieutenant Columbo, how could I have POSSIBLY killed him when I've had this airtight alibi ALL ALONG.'"

(I made it through this afternoon's choral recording session, coughed a lot and ate dinner, and then collapsed on the couch. I consider it extremely unfair that after a week of hardly sleeping, I get to lose an hour out of the clock tonight. Have some links.)

1. Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW and of selkie whom I incautiously sent the first link to: nineteenth-century walking canes that are profoundly, impressively not safe for work.

2. Nick Cornwell on the creative partnership of his parents, one of whom was John le Carré.

3. I like this poem very much: Judith Willson, "The Human Voice from a Distance."