status report
1. languor, it is said, belongs to youth and dies with it. this is how two days have passed, basking in rare sunshine and the strangely bated sense in everything -- the tree on the cusp of flower, the slow becoming of dandelions, the chill wind thawing in the sun, the girls cautiously beginning to don sandals and skirts. sunny languor is a different sort of stillness to wintry lethargy, and I like it better. it is the kind that is content to lie in sun-drenched grass and ruminate, sequestered and self-regarding, with wonderful people (some of whom may have blue eyes).
2. this is, however, profoundly unproductive; there is a thesis that needs to be written! tomorrow more good intentions shall pave my way to the creeping june deadline.
3. for my sake & my degree I hope it sleets until may.
4. there is a terrific willow tree that arcs out over the cam river by the fens. this afternoon it did wretched & unforgivable things to my stockings & my friend's decency. admittedly we may have been climbing it at the time, in skirts.
5. don't expect much in the next few weeks: a great deal of thinking and writing is being redirected to the thesis. I am frustratingly finite; holding epic amounts of information in my head in a fragile lattice makes me walk around as though on eggshells, mortally afraid that at the slightest misstep, vital research will promptly slosh out of my ears.
6. I think I have sunburn.