Confinement Day #4

It was too cold today to sit in the garden. Besides it's a Sunday - this means everyone is home. True we get our own space - the advantages of living in a granny flat that is self-contained means you know someone is around if and when you need help but you don't get to see them. Which is great, but yes the garden is 'common' area. The landlord came by with food, it was so nice of her. She could tell, I looked like I could do with some TLC. Chilli is good for you, she says, it helps your brain to think. I am going to finish it all up. So sweet of her. And I am invited to her place for dinner tomorrow. Apparently it's going to be Thai green curry. And it's going to be authentic. So much for solitude. RP wrote to me asking if I've had enough of performance art and artists because there is going to be a whole line up of them this week, being art festival week and all. But no, I said, I am near the brink of being zombified, and it wasn't easy getting to this stage, the rites of passage to this state could be long and painful and having gone through at least half of it, I know I cannot give up. She knew instantly what I was talking about. And I knew exactly what she meant when she made the comment on performance artists. I came across a text by PB and felt so tempted to send it to LW - "All critics declare not only their judgement of the work but also their claim to the right to talk about it and judge it." That's language I say. Love is a language, I was just thinking to myself last night, after quarrelling with D. You can't describe love - you can only try. And only another person who has loved would 'know' KNOW what you mean. It's like trying to describe smell. You can't. Oh I lost an hour today. Well I know I will gain it back next year, some time in April if I am not wrong, but still, 'today' zoomed by quite quickly. It doesn't help that I woke up at 10.30 but realised it was really 11.30. Despite that, I continued marching forward and am glad to say I've cleared some ground today. Tomorrow is a public holiday. But to really appreciate this day you have to be employed. What matters to me is that tomorrow is Confinement Day #5.